The once elusive stray cat we had named “Phantom” that lives under our house has warmed to us. Her nightly visits for food has turned to a several-times-a-day occurrence. Yesterday she was following us around the yard. As she has outlived her name we now call her “Lizzie.” I find her a delight and a great subject for art pieces. Someday I hope to pet her on my lap. For more on our stray cats, see my Stray Cat post.
The stray cat cries pitifully at the door
waiting to be fed
a feast of canned food atop dry
with a tiny bowl of fresh cream.
As she eats hungrily
I feel bones protruding
from the soft fur of her small body.