Her blank gaze
trembled in front
of my vision,
fathomless
bottomless
her gray-green eyes
piercing the universe,
while she sat in vigil
Guard?
Protector?
To her little kittens
her white settling
onto the floor
of my living room,
where I could
still trace her footprints
that had just
walked through the door
gentle?
With airs indiscriminate,
aimed at me
alike arrows
piercing the windless sky,
she follows me into the kitchen
keenly
or greedily?
Observing the presently warmed
milk trickle into the bowl
as the last drops
leave the packet
her almost inaudible
drones would crescendo,
lapping it
ignoring it,
questioning its character
haughtily she sits
and gazes ceaselessly,
seeming to issue a warning
Gentle?
