An Orange Cat With One Eye Poem by RIC BASTASA

a one-eyed orange cat
(not really a kitten anymore)
likes me so much
that every morning the moment
i open my door
leading to a stone garden
it always comes to me
singing like a bird
as though saying
good morning master
it rubs his orange body
beside my leg and it feels
so smooth
like fine silk to my
hard skin

i feel the guilt of humanity
who the hell
removed its right eye

where did this one-eyed orange
cat come from?

God-given
must be.