Old Cat's Sonnet

Photo by&#160;<a href="https://www.pexels.com/@detpho?utm_content=attributionCopyText&#38;utm_medium=referral&#38;utm_source=pexels">Francesco De tommaso</a>&#160;from&#160;<a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/long-fur-black-and-white-cat-sitting-on-grass-2742609/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&#38;utm_medium=referral&#38;utm_source=pexels">Pexels</a><br/><br/>.<br/><br/>If you were lonely in the setting coldand on four legs, the whole wide world above,the growl of hunger obvious and oldfamiliar thorns, a weary lack of lovebecomes the sun and stars, even the moon,inconstant as it is, does turn away;how could you not search out a single boonby back-porch lights and half-filled bags, a wayto silence all the aches, a minute's peace,a bit of warmth, though insufficient, true,a spot of grace before the great release,uncelebrated, coming far too soon;or would you--even you--desire scornan unforgiving broom, dead, unbemourned. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>