2003/waving

WAVING AT CATS

Turning left
on the gravel steet
that leads to my house,
the black and white
cat in the high grass,
I start to wave,
and catch myself,
thinking I’m finally
gone.
Talking to cats,
of course, is accepted.
My cat and I carry
on lengthy conversations,
some days he is the
only one I talk to
all day.
What makes waving
so different?
They don’t usually
answer in a language
we speak,
but they might,
they just might
raise a front paw
and wave
as we pass.

10/24/03

(original, not in journal)