A neighborhood cat, black and white,
comes strolling through the yard.
She is unusually stout for a stray cat.
She moves at an oddly relaxing pace.
As she meanders through, she stops behind the now cut tall grass.
She lays down for less than a minute then gets up, and slinks through the fence to the next yard, to a space behind the shed. She is heavy with child.
on gray autumn day
an air of expectation
kittens white as snow
Pat R
12/13/18
For (Open Link Night) OLN Night over at the dVerse Poets Pub
where Grace is our host for the last challenge of this year with a very inspiring poem. Have a read!
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