Patio Cat

By John I. Blair

Patio Cat, with patience,
Waits each day
For me to walk outside.

She doesn’t hide;
I’m bringing food
In a jar that rattles.

We never talk;
I nod at her,
Then fill the bowl

And sit apart
On cement steps,
Pretending I’m not looking.

After weeks
She doesn’t keep
A watchful eye on me,

Trusting that I will not pull
Anything suspicious
While she’s eating.

I’m the meek
And scruffy man
Who picked her as a friend.

She’s okay with this
Relationship, okay
I’ve never asked her in;

But when she’s full,
Off she strolls.
Discretion is good sense.

©2018, John I. Blair 7/25/2018