There is nothing casual
in the way he greets me,
though he looks relaxed,
unfolding himself
from where he sprawls
and adopting a leisurely,
almost-swaggering pace.
He is so fluid, moving
with feline grace,
approaching my car
with slow, deliberate steps,
keeping his eyes continually
fixed on mine, holding me
with his intent gaze.
There is nothing formal
in the way I respond —
smiling without premeditation,
alighting quickly,
calling out his name, showing
my pleasure to see him
with an immediate hug.
As we walk up the steps
to the door, I tell him
how good he looks,
his black hair smooth and sleek,
and he tells me
how much he’s missed me,
nuzzling me and purring.
nuzzling me and purring.
31 Poems in 31 Days (Poewar / Writer's Resource Center). Prompt: Use the words 'formal' and 'casual' in a poem.
Big smile. These are the important rituals of our lives.
ReplyDeleteVery important!
DeleteCats certainly has a way with those they are familiar with! Great word craft Rosemary!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thanks, Hank! *Smile.*
DeleteSuch a sweet homecoming. What would we do without them?
ReplyDeleteLevi and I have been more essential to each other than ever since Freya left us.
DeleteBeautifully expressed Rosemary! Love it's intimacy and affection.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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