the blind cat

the blind cat,
whiskered
and blue eyed
finds his way
easily
through the maze
of tall tree
legs, throw rugs,
wall edges,
vases
and a coat
rack in the hall.
the slow
soft step of his
feet and nose
against the world
now dark
is good enough
to find food,
to find water,
to find love
and the warm
lap of me.