The Cat
In my house is a one-eyed cat
Poised for luck on a windowsill
Her remaining eye is cataract clouded
Clarity lost in a dark instant
A distant wound salvaged
By surgery, her blind futures averted
She is pure patience perched
On a shadowed brink of world
Blurred by screen and mystery
Unaware of her own tragedy
Unruffled, the cat is vigilant
Staring down lawn with one imperfect eye
Lest light slip past her window
Tragically unobserved
Rae Spencer 
She appears to be winking in amusement, a keeper of secrets. Classic……
Loved reading your poem and seeing pictures of your special kitties, Rae. We have two, both black and so very different.
We have three, two who are litter-mates. I love how they are such individuals, each so very different, and all three changing and growing with time. And I like what you say about “a keeper of secrets.” Cats are secretive, never quite admitting that they “need” us. Unlike dogs, who radiate need with happy abandon. I suppose that’s why I like having cats AND dogs in my life. They occupy different places in my heart, and I’d never be complete without the company of both…
Rae, I love Sabrina, the poem, the expression of both.
These lines are my favorite:
She is pure patience perched
On a shadowed brink of world
and
Lest light slip past her window
Tragically unobserved
Thank you, Jean!
I love cats – and how they can retain their dignity, no matter what. Your Sabrina does look like a sweetie!
What’s her name, Rae? She’s incredible. I love her milky patch and that milky paw. What a wonderful creature.
This is Sabrina, the sweetest cat I’ve ever met.
Glad you have each other. Hope you both have a lovely week.