by Robin Offerdahl
Because he possesses no understanding
of time; of a yesterday, today, or eternity

our cat sits with patience each day
at the foot of our French doors

stalking a bird he saw perched once
on the backyard fence long ago.

If human, he would be seated forever
beside a telephone that no longer rings

endlessly checking an empty mailbox
for letters no longer written
Robin Offerdahl lives in the San Diego area with his wife and two daughters ages 13 and 11.  His work has previously appeared in Snakeskin Poetry Webzine, Haruah: Breath of Heaven, and Halfway Down The Stairs.

© 2009, Robin Offerdahl