14/ I missed them
my mother
my brothers and sisters
missed their sounds
and smells and furry fuzzy warmth
but new voice didn't know
how very many kittens my mother had, or
how my brothers and sisters were so big
how they were so much bigger than me
how they pushed me down and walked on me
how hungry and thirsty I sometimes got.
Was this my . . . home?
I liked this higher, harder sofa
I liked scaring the monster away
even though it was scary
I liked new voice
and new voice liked me.
Probably I would always let her pet me,
and would not scratch her,
and if she ever had knitting
I would certainly ruin it for her
and make her laugh.
As I flexed my paws
in out
in out
had one more drowsy thought –
Was it the liking, back and forth,
me to new voice, new voice to me
that made a home?
accidentally fell asleep before
I could settle the question.
