I Have a Little Fire of an Orange Cat
When the world does the 24 hours again,
Without anyone remembering I am alive,
My little fire of an orange cat will crawl onto me –
reach out and press my face with his paw,
He then kisses me.
The house burned down behind me.
Flames and black smoke -
Inferno as it was.
The fear as I watched this fire made my body shake.
I remembered fear in a primal way that I had not felt since I was a child.
The neighbors mutter quietly about the fire,
But no real connections have been made
About any fire – that one, or any other,
Or about us, all as neighbors
In a neighborhood where we all watched that house burn
And heard a woman screaming, “My cat is in there! My cat is in there!”
When the world turns around again,
Each 24 hours as it does,
Most of these turns are full of longing and want.
The world is full of sadness, and I am full of ridiculous wonder
Without anyone remembering I am alive
My little fire of an orange cat will crawl onto me - reach out and press my face with his paw
He then kisses me.
Copyright © Christine K Munsell | Year Posted 2024
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