PAD. Day 2 - Given up for lost

Given up for lost...

She had made her peace
watching the cold wind
wave through marshland
consoling her heart that
he small furred creature
who for a time curled in
her home and heart had
made his way back to the
salted seaside stalking at
the yawping gulls, leaping
at the flash of small critters
She had made her peace
standing at the window
watching smiling at his
imagined reclamation, his
tawdry toys now gathered
in a basket for the trash
and thought the familiar
meow a phantom
wish like the itch
of an amputated
limb until at the
open door he
sauntered in
and brushed
past his ebon
coat
shimmering
in the sun
that filled
all