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Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Poetry Party Wednesday


some needs can never be filled...

Sister Cat

Frances Mayes

Cat stands at the fridge,
Cries loudly for milk.
But I've filled her bowl.
Wild cat, I say, Sister,
Look, you have milk.
I clink my fingernail
Against the rim. Milk.
With down and liver,
A word I know she hears.
Her sad miaow. She runs
To me. She dips
In her whiskers but
Doesn't drink. As sometimes
I want the light on
When it is on. Or when
I saw the woman walking
toward my house and
I thought there's Frances.
Then looked in the car mirror
To be sure. She stalks
The room. She wants. Milk
Beyond milk. World beyond
This one, she cries.

2 comments:

Holli said...

I really like this one...

Jeanne @ Collage of Life said...

I am really enjoying your poetry Teri..and a new look to your blog?
Thanks for your note...I am off to find my USA phone today..in one of those bottomless draws. As soon as I do, I will respond with my number. :)

Jeanne xx