(Photo of Bella, another feline who lives in our area who has become a beloved being in our midst...She loves to perch next to (our) Ganesh...It’s really quite remarkable. She does it often! Sophie, another gorgeous feline that is being referenced in this poem, was in our lives in 2006.)
she is not our cat
she lives up the street
belonging to a family replete with youngish children
but she has
following love’s alignment
adopted us!
my younger son had been asking for a cat
and she must have heard his call
his sweet heart saying
where is my cat?..
Sophie comes to our house
meows at our door
a young feline she is
tiny-faced
golden-eyed
pink-nosed
delicate and multicolored
displaying her part-Tabby heritage
and she adores being held
purring with abandon
encircled in arms that are tender
she is not our cat
but she is now part of our landscape
for how long I don’t know
love has beckoned her
and she has arisen like the pink Azaleas of
this springtime of pristine light
wandering our backyard
delighting in our family presence
as we go about our day and life
and so she is here
encircling our world with her purring resonance
in the radiance of this season that knows
no dismay or discouragement
but only the steady drumbeat of hope
and love…
Annie Kiyonaga
2006
Addendum - We left for one of our several weeks foray to France to visit family - that we did every few years or so - and upon our return; Sophie was nowhere to be found. The owners asked if we knew what had happened. Of course, we had been away and didn’t know. It was sad for us that she was no longer in our midst, and we hoped for the best.
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