My Cats Know About The Snow
by Elisabeth Horan
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| Photo courtesy Elisabeth Horan |
Snow keeps coming down and it seems to fall more often.
It was a hard winter, for I'm
a bit older now, and somewhat neurotic.
I want to go outside but it's so much work - what,
with the socks and pants; finding a bra
and dollar bills; I do have a stamp handy,
but this letter is heavy, so heavy as the molded bread -
Gosh, it's been a struggle with the compost.
My cats eat some of it down but not all - they might
call this an example of hoarding - I call it:
somebody prone to caring. Or...Yankee Frugality.
Why get rid of a perfectly good cat? Why toss
out a perfectly reusable newspaper, or a rip
of tinfoil; envelopes, milk bottles; ring caps,
coffee grounds, hair clippings, aluminum pans -
Why go out at all. Why be cold
when I can maintain my safe place here
inside my home? My cats know the snow
to be a terrible thing -
As are the stores, bras, dollar bills, strangers,
grocery lines and wintertime, especially with me
being a bit older now, and somewhat more neurotic.
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