Cat: Thanksgiving

 

Now, in lean November,

The silent houses

Huddle in despair,

Every front porch

Forlorn, abandoned to

Its mailbox and its mat-

A patch of cold brown

Stubble, uncomfortable

Even to the cat:

Thankful painting

Lucie Bilodeau

But we, indoors,

Have company and clamor,

Fruitfulness and fire,

Luxury to spare-

So that when she

Runs in, complaining,

We offer her our laps,

And stroke her chilly fur,

And feed her turkey-scraps.

"Cat: Thanksgiving"
(1985)
By Valerie Worth Bahlke