Sunday, January 2, 2011

Prajna, the Cat

I remember your eyes
In those first days that became years,
Darting and wide at my touch,
And how you walked into the patch of sunlight
To be alone in your new home.

When was it that I first noticed
That slow blink from across the room
As you fell asleep to my voice?

1 comment:

Rebekah said...

Beautiful -- and striking, unusual perspective even for us cat lovers.