alley cat

there is one
alley cat, that
i'm fond of.
she's lean
and black with
a fluff of white
beneath her
chin. she roams
between the
narrow passageways
looking for scraps,
for mice, for
an open window
to which she can
slide in.
and when she
sees me with my
hand out, with a
piece of fish,
or cheese,
she lets out a
song of meows
that echos off
the wet cobbled
stones and bricks
she calls home.