There's this black cat on the porch that sometimes sneaks into the house.
It sleeps on my bed, tracks dirt on the floor, and takes naps on the couch.
It bites and scratches but still I let it stay.
These days its home more often it seldom goes away.
There is a black cat in my house,
I like pretending it's not there.
I hide its trace, pick fur off my clothes
before heading anywhere.
When I get home it stares and asks where I have been
Then it purrs and begs that next time I should keep staying in.
I have this black cat in my house
I keep pretending it's not there
I try my best to hide it, but its fur gets everywhere.
BINABASA MO ANG
Words We Cannot Say
PoetryWords We Cannot Say is a collection of short poems I wrote about life, love, grief, cynicism, family, faith & friendship. These words are born from personal experiences & my observation of others. One of my favorite thing about poetry is we can make...
