My girlfriend’s cat has gotten out of the house for about the third time in a year. I guess it’s familiar enough to my subconscious now for it to start spitting out dreams about it.
My girlfriend’s cat
Has followed her mom’s car to our party,
The one that got loose, a scrap
Of tabby tail at the door.
I kneel down, hold out my hand,
And he comes like he’s always been
Too skittish to do before.
I lift him into my arms, purring.
As long as I don’t let go,
He’ll be home soon.