Tori— I’m trying to write something new for Ariel. (less than 30 lines. Theme of Intersection of nature and people). I’ve also been trying to write about this experience for decades. I don’t like the ending— “so what”—needs something stronger—I’m still thinking about it. Your thoughts?
The breeze spun a pile of leaves
uncovering a puff of black fur
with a mew so weak it was
nearly sucked back into the breath of wind.
Dad gently lifted up a tiny kitten
with yellow marble eyes,
light as a songbird.
He pocketed the hungry kitten
in his hunting vest as dog Midge dashed in
a with partridge in her mouth.
That summer when I was eight,
I tossed wishing well coins for a black cat.
Dad took the black kitten out of his pocket
placed her on the kitchen floor
where she laid into a saucer of milk.
I called her Inky, a child’s thought-up name.
Rescued by chance, Inky took possession of our family.
She curled up on my bed in the sun,
endured being dressed in doll clothes,
pushed in a buggy, or tucked in my doll crib.
She loved my older brother’s quiet lap
as they dozed in a chair, too tired to go to bed.
Beloved Inky lived nineteen years
before she returned to the woods
under a tree in the backyard.