Zero is lying down today
but little specks of blood
on the bedspread
make me think
she may have run into
one of her twin nemeses
last night
Yellow
a big fat greedy
green-collared glutton
or Brindle
a raccoon-tailed
bully
each of whom
sneaks in the back door
several times a day
to eat her food
she jumps out
hisses at them
but is only a little cat
once or twice we’ve seen
them ganging up on her
unable to help her
unless it’s in plain sight
I suppose that’s it
our little cat
so wilful
cuddly
spirited
has become the thing
we most fear losing
yet cannot safeguard
threaten to crush
with the sheer weight
of our love
(18/1/16-22/10/17)
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This poem first appeared in the journal below:
Poetry NZ Yearbook 2020. Ed. Johanna Emeney (Auckland: Massey University Press, 2020): 117-18.
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