Night stalks on cat feet

Late at night

you sit on the porch.

Distant low traffic drone

harmonizes with high insect songs.

Bare feet gather in sunlight

from warm concrete.

In the middle of the street

the neighbor’s grey cat stands,

stares up at an old man on a porch.

If she weren’t so skittish,

you’d invite her up to sit on your lap

and scratch her ears.

Unimpressed she turns

and is gone.

Out on the highway

a car winds its engine out,

shifts gears and winds some more.

You are unimpressed.

It accelerates

and is gone.

6-17-23