Cleaning my desk, in a notebook, I found an “old” poem from 2016 which brought back memories of a sweet little city cat called Mniska:
I’ve never been to Seattle although
If someone were to ask me I’d say yes
I am quite acquainted with your address
Every day now in words and sights we go
And hear Green Lake, the Sound, or puddles flow.
I’d reveal I had Mniska for a guide
Glanced up at spider webs stretching above
Trotted in wetted grass to get rid of
A rat, and then dashed to 5th street curbside
Swiftly before crawling back to my love.
I followed you in many coffee-shops
Across the Sound and then back to your room
Where you take off your conductor’s costume
And mail me stories about Greek cyclops.
March 30, 2016