Sunday Morning Sunshine: I Like Animals

CAT

My cat,

Is quiet.

She moves without a sound.

Sometimes she stretches herself curving

On tiptoe.

Sometimes she crouches low

and creeping.

Sometimes she rubs herself against a chair,

And there

With a miew and a miew

And a purrrr...purrrr...purrrr...

She curls up

And goes to sleep.

My cat

Lives through a black hole

Under the house.

So one day I

Crawled in after her.

And it was dark

And I sat

And didn't know 

Where to go.

And then--

Two yellow-white

Round little lights

Came moving...moving...toward me.

And there

With a miew and a miew

And a purrrr...purrrr....purrrr

My cat

Rubbed, soft against me.

And I knew

The lights

Were MY CAT'S EYES

In the dark.

--Dorothy Baruch

1933