Cat, Naturally Selected

 

We see ourselves reflected in his gaze

as his eyes drift open, then fall shut again;

his black tail puffs and ruffles in the breeze.

Is he a cipher? To us, he’s a world.

This semi-feral creature, once abandoned,

now adopted, leads a double life.

He remembers care, a home, caresses,

but seems no longer willing to remain there,

and though he trots beside us on our walks

and curls in close on freezing winter nights,

the wilderness is where he wills to be;

he listens to it, leans into its ways,

then weaves inside our lives and out again,

insisting he won’t forfeit either place.

With sylvan grace he visits, eats, and leaves—

reminding us we named him Jefe: Boss.