Carroll Cat

I seem to have started a series of cat poems. My dog series was so fulfilling. The cats are both real and imagined, from my own owning, or friend’s. Hope you enjoy! Carroll Cat ********* (Dedicated to Joe & Nancy Young ————————————- Feeling within A whistling flute From nearby hilltops, She responds to her need for Sought safe seclusion: Harboring under the mattress slats, Similar To her lost, old Papa’s Bracing arms that she Long well knew: Her shield against The unknown — Then, that Blasting thunderclap Of change, after her Elder keeper Papa Died, leaving her (at 12, old, too) drawn Away from all she knew, but as if by the sounding of A song, pet fostering Brought Carroll Cat To this realm of all New… Unfamiliar hours, Without the true, and Cautious footfalls Carrying bowls of white cream; Without the known, comfortable scents along floors or fabrics…an alien, Vast new space to Learn her Noel! Chancing wee-hour Wanderings beyond New doorways, Beyond the bed, Beyond the fear, for Some others, like Papa, who may have The soothing touch… For moments. Carroll Cat dares Going forth. ——————————————— (c) sally young Eslinger. 9/2021 Thanks be to God