Cat Poem #3 Poem by Bill Grace

Berkeley California is a long way from Freeville New York.
Boston not so far, my father made that trip.
For me a longer journey. Dad never knew that he was poor.

'Invictus' is not correct.
That poet knew John Wayne before the cinema had its power
to hlep inform our vision.

The cat comes and asks for time
I stroke her back, encourage her claws from flesh,
listen to her motor -
Wish there had not been so many years with out her
Fulfill the mandate of these lines.