I found myself walking through a forest today
I came across a black and brown cat.
If he or she could talk
She or he would of said
What are you doing in my space today
I speak back nonetheless.
Really I have no idea black cat
I just wanted to see what your world was like today.
And this morning I thought you were calling me by name.
Why would I call YOU by name
When you don’t even call ME by my name.
You’re right black cat
How rude of me
I’ll try much harder to recognize
Try Much harder to give back
Will sleep less to be more aware
Will Give more to pay attention.
If it wasn’t you who called me by name
I must of been hearing things again.
But then again maybe it’s not so bad
To have followed you here on this path.
After all I’m meeting you here, black cat.
(I haven’t written a poem in over ten years. I’m not sure what kind of inspiration I received upon seeing a black and brown cat today in my backyard. It could be the FRS I am also drinking at the moment.)