203461_1043105893_7925013_n_biggerby Joshua Converse05 Jul 2013

There’s a shabby sharp Tom
Who can still keep up (just)
With those late hour prowlers
Night-time yowlers
With a scratch and a scar
White whiskers
And eyes that have seen
The wheel of days turn.

And he eats each day
Those same hands feed him
That plucked him from the litter
In the glare of kittendom’s new open eyes
That taught him the jump
And bite.

The hunter
Proud still- he leaves gophers and smears
Mouse Blood on the flagstones by the front door
Like an offering in the Church of Cats.

At best,
This is what it’s like
To get old.