thinking about it

the black cat
and you have grown apart.
she's afraid
to approach you, though
she cautiously moves
sideways
as cats do, getting closer.
her green eyes are sharp
in the morning light.
you talk to her,
saying ridiculous things
like,
hey kitty, want some milk,
come here, come here
sweetie. where have you been?
but she's not a dog.
she's not a horse, or a cow.
she's not anything
you're familiar
with.
she's a cat.
you set the saucer of milk
on the stoop.
rattling the dish against
the cement.
she peers at you from behind
the tire
of your car.
she's thinking about it.
pondering her next move.
so are you.
we're all thinking about
something.