wilbur the blind cat

your blind cat
moves slow and
easy across the
room as the boxes
are filled, and
set ready for
the movers, all
packed. he rubs
his black shoulders
onto the edges,
the hard corners
and speaks, and
purrs, and wants
to know who has
fallen in or out
of love, what
makes this all
happen, this move,
this journey to
another place, to
another set of rooms.
when will the last
place happen, what
end is there with
these human
hearts, so fragile,
so indifferent
to the needs of a
blind and loving cat.