Shadow Cat

I can feel grief stalking me like a cat
slipping around corners
just out of sight

She’s lurking
staring at me with her luscious eyes
glowing in the shadows
beckoning

But I’m afraid
and look away
Not again!
Not yet!

I walk away
but the soft paws
pad after me quickly
quietly
surely

Sometimes I tire of running away
and shout out,
“Ok, you’ve won. Come get me,”
but the cat slinks off
ever disobedient

And then
when I least expect it
she jumps onto my lap
settles in with her kneading claws
and that familiar purr

A warm weight of blackness

Once again
I am hers

7 thoughts on “Shadow Cat”

Robert McCandless

WOWWW!

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January 16, 2015 at 10:56 pm Reply
1. Anna Eastland
  
  Thanks, Dad! 🙂 It’s funny, but writing about grief helps me look at the shadow cat with a little less fear.
  
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  January 16, 2015 at 11:02 pm Reply
Roberta Cottam

Exceptional! I want to world to hear your words, Anna!

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January 17, 2015 at 2:22 pm Reply
Janet Eastland

I think poetry is your thing Anna Very good. 👍

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January 17, 2015 at 3:04 pm Reply
1. Anna Eastland
  
  Thank you, Janet! Poems are where I feel at home…
  Love,
  Anna
  
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  January 17, 2015 at 3:19 pm Reply
Kate

I am in awe! This is heartbreakingly accurate. Much love to you, dear Momma. Xx

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January 17, 2015 at 10:44 pm Reply
1. Anna Eastland
  
  Thank you so much! I’m really glad you liked it. It gives me joy to write…even about grief!
  
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  January 17, 2015 at 10:45 pm Reply