Oliver
cat
persons say he chose us
at
five weeks – puff of coal
at
the doorstep in the rain
pouring
– we were German
Shepherd
people – and all
the
shepherds had gone to
their
elysian fields –leaving
us
free to Kerouac it any-
time
we chose – cat persons
say
he chose us five years
ago
– slid into our lives as an-
other
person an interesting
roomie
– with no ostensible
bad
habits – no dropped fur
scratching,
meowing, lap-
sitting
or drooling – aware
of
anything out of place –
an
errant fleck of paper
a
drop of water fallen to
the
floor – a chair turned
slightly
more left or right –
all
such caused that stare
my
father’s eyes returned to me.
Beautiful -- both Oliver and the poem!
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