Visitor
Eight-foot
fence around our back yard
Does not
deter our neighbor’s cat
He leaps
He scouts
our yard for moving things
He looks
at me with sideways glance
He comes
Beautiful
long, blackish-brown fur
Plump,
rather big for a kitty
He sits
At my
feet, he rolls on his back
“Rub my
fat belly,” he demands
I do
I tire
and quit so he stands
But he
lingers, hoping for more
Not now
I go back
inside through glass doors
I look
back, he stands, expectant
Questions
Aren’t
you going to let me in?
Aren’t
you going to adopt me?
Never
He turns
and leaps over my fence
But days
later, he’s at my feet
Hello
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