a bowl of milk

a small
stray cat comes
into your life.
she's grey
and white, with
half a tail.
her green eyes
are slivers
of broken
bottle glass.
her purr is strong.
as she rubs
stiffly and soft
between
your ankles.
how can you
resist that.
sometimes love is
meant to be,
you have no choice
in the matter
but to put open
the door and set
down a bowl
of milk.