I’m not one who likes to complain about the rain, but when my raincoats don’t dry over night (yes, raincoats) and it’s cold and dark, I can’t help but wish for fairer skies. And sometimes when people let us down our beloved animals sustain us. Note the quote I included and I hope you enjoy the poem.
“I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” Louisa May Alcott
I Loved the Black Cat Deborah Slicer
Who stayed in the woodshed with me
During sudden summer thunderstorms late at night.
I miss the man who stayed in our house
Afraid, but I think I did not love him
So much as I loved that cat.
Darkness came undone at seams of lightning.
Black cat sat. Still.
You know how wind leaps on top a bull pine’s back, rides it nearly to the
Well, cat just flared his leather nose a little,
When thunder cracked its thirty knuckles, helved its three free fists, when
rain spat sideways at us—
Some storms were so sudden and spectacularly
Terrible, I’d run half-dressed to the woodshed from our house,
Where I’d find my black cat
staring down my terrible,
When the man inside the house could not.