And we’re off, today taking a quiet lesson from the wee beasts I live with:
This morning, I turned off the radio,
needing to believe that evil will not win.
In the end, it will not conquer.
So, silence the news, the repeated din,
Three cats thumped down the old stairs
just ahead of me.
They’re the old toy, unremembered name,
that clicked and clacked its way down
a slant with baby carriage or barrow.
they wait by their bowls,
three and a snack-spare
accepting my ear rub and food.
The house is still.
Light comes in each window,
dims and returns, a passing cloud
not noted by the feasting cats
who daily rejoice in breakfast
before seeking their spot of light.
This really resonated with me today, as I can feel what the “I” in the poem feels: “needing to believe that evil will not win”. Thank you for this gem!
Thank you!
Lovely morning account, and even lovelier photo. <3