If I Had a Cat's 9 Lives
I would live the first three to hide
under the bed, in the laundry room,
or under the Volvo parked
in an unpaved driveway.
When it came time for me to shed that
scary cat skin,only because someone kind fed me,
I would venture across lawns to hunt.
Perhaps the next few lives would be lived
close to where I hid, but a tad more in the open
letting strangers extend a tentative hand
for me to brush against.
Then perhaps, I would let them scratch my nose.
In my fifth life,
I would take to the alleys
and mark my territory
allowing no one in,
and sharpen my claws
against the tired oaks.
Then skinny, hungry, and winter weary,
I may purr those lingering last lives
in a home where children pull at my mangy tail,
while I am skittish on catnip.
But, that ninth life,
I am saving for you,
who have crossed borders,
witnessed well, lived fruitfully,
and know the importance
of a warm and welcoming lap.
2 thoughts on “Laurie Kuntz”
Beautiful!! Love that end line. Purrrrfect!!