the way i like them

I see the neighborhood
cat
has made it through another winter.

she purrs
and comes out from under a car,
approaches me
as cats do,

slowly. uneasy.
but she comes and sits on
the porch with me.

her green eyes are bright
shards
of glass.
her coated a matted black.

I bring out a saucer
of milk.

she laps it once or twice,
then rubs
her back
against my leg.

she has very little to say.

she's a strange cat. aloof,
and wild,

distant.

the way I like them.