Sonnet for a Lost Kitten

Sitting somewhere; I think by a fountain

A cream colored stray brushed across me.

“How miserable a state you found me in.

My soul may go with you were you to flee.”

After having a long stare, she sat at my feet.

We stared again, now with the color in our eyes.

In my home, she’d always have plenty to eat. 

It’s volatile, a reach, a caress turned to a “bye.”

Across the park she acknowledges I tried.

A swift run, I admit I should have foreseen.

She watches me to be sure I haven’t cried.

As she trots away; I’m lost as I’ve ever been.

I’ll keep on returning, with hope of her, to this park.

Yet, until she returns, this night my soul will be dark.