mostly you think

you have nothing left to say.

You buy a kitten.  He is cute and white

with big blue eyes.  He is Harry.  A few months pass, older

and less cute.  But still

you buy another.  A Calico they said

would bring good luck.  Instead she is locked away

to keep her safe.  Harry sprawls across your lap,

needy and content –and why shouldn’t he be? Here you are

suddenly old. . . and buying cats.