Cat

I walked up his creaking steps To the world’s most cluttered front porch Kicking aside a chair, I knock I hear some scrambling from inside The door whips open. My friend smiles. “Welcome to my humble abode, You really made it just in time.” I walk in and take off my shoes He points to the cat, crouched, quiet “You really made it just in time.” Like a crossbow bolt, the cat darts But the moth flies up and away The cat let out a sad yowl Looking defeated, slinks away. “I really made it just in time.”