Sitting on the porch, the cat flicked its tail:

My life, my rules and the cat walked the rail.

While the sun’s setting, this cat may giggle.

Those narrow “paths” require a “wiggle.”

As I amble across the lawn at night

This cat LEAPS to the edge, the wall – so light.

The Earth buckled underneath me.

Wind stirred; then the cat stood near – to be.

Some nights the cat came inside – shivering.

Eventually she fell asleep – purring.