The night she came into my life
The cold hard mist was driven;
Pierced the naked skin
Like an endless maelstrom of daggers.
She glided to my door that night
As her shadow danced from wall to wall.
Wrapped tightly in her fur coat,
Stared me down with eyes unblinking.
Came in my place to check things out,
The mark of a true professional;
For she'd not be seen in squalor,
So I'd wait to see her verdict.
She seemed well pleased at the bookshelves,
No dust, well read;
The kitchen seemed adequate,
No pile in the sink;
The bath and bedroom she gave a cursory look
As if she'd seen enough.
Satisfied with my domestic skills,
She headed out the door once more.
And there she stayed for months on end
Where I kept her fed, until one day
My little stray guard cat was no more;
For she'd decided to move on.
© Leon Brozyna 2005