See No Evil
She adored her old, crepuscular cat,
Penumbra, and could see no evil in
his ways, visceral, quick to hiss at
strangers, cynical of almost everyone,
jealousy in him was always overdone.
Desultory, and all it constituted
exuberant, only when it suited,
his needs were opulent, never spare.
Halcyon days with kind deeds unrefuted,
his sonorous purrs were like a morning prayer.
For silent One's: See No Evil Contest
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2016