There she is

This cat

Asleep on the windowsill

Behind the glass

Behind my head

A creature of comfort

Lost in feline dreams

Of her mother, no doubt

That beautiful house witch

To whom she is familiar

A shorthaired shadow

With her initial on her forehead

A singular M

As if to say:

I am Megan’s, and she is mine;

There she is

This cat

Lost in exhaustion

After a night of anxious yowling

“Awake! Awake! Rise to keep me company!”

She is evening vigilance

She is companion

She is warmth on the lap

And urgent headbutter

Like small ram in disguise

She is there when we close our eyes

She is there the moment we arise

But mostly she is loved