Deirdre, who’s often nose to the door these days, took her shot and bolted out the door this morning. She wasn’t even near the door when I opened it. I didn’t think she was going to stop but she did, on the sidewalk.
She was out the door
before I knew she was near
Deirdre the cat, out!
She ran out the door
and showed no sign of regret –
did not look when called
She hesitated
in the sun on the sidewalk
so I caught her up.
Deirdre looked around
she was glad to go inside
once she’d been outside
—
the rain woke me up.
Warm April night turned windy;
i closed the window.
