Wednesday

Wednesday

It was a day like any other—only it was a Wednesday,

the fall grass green

and the sky radiant blue.

This is the day she appeared,

not arrived,

or came,

or showed up,

because it was rather like magic.

One minute I am speaking to a friend,

on my cell phone,

the next chasing

slow moving grumpy children

from the middle of the street,

then settled on the stoop,

basking in the lunch time sun,

when, poof, there she is.

Quiet.

Curious.

Sleek & Lean.

Hungry.

Hungry for us.

Hungry.

We fed her and she strayed.

Hungry she returned and stayed.