Another Spring Intervention

We threw the fat cat out.
She wouldn’t come when we called,
meowed out of sight.

36 degrees
my phone said by 4 am.
Indoors spoiled, she’d freeze.

I grabbed thrown off clothes,
padded nude through the dark house,
prepared to go out

to fish her from cold.
There she stood, a silhouette
at the sliding door.

Grateful for her smarts,
still clutching thin pajamas,
I watched her slip in:

Shadow meowing
until I filled the small moon
shining in her bowl.


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