One Poem

Guard Cats

I have guard cats.
Midnight and my street quiet as
Disneyland during the shut down
And at my driveways end
Autumn, the grey and white,
Mostly white,
With the crippled back leg,
Sits Sphinx like.
Near me on the porch steps
Where I'm snacking on chicken strips,
Rufio, the lanky youngin,
Mostly greyblack and white,
Sits erect, Bastet like.
Two more Sphinxes,
Tucker the Elder,
Of the scraggily tail,
Little the Terror
Of the stubby tail,
Atop the hood of Silver, my Jeep.
Chubby Cheeks, white and black,
Out and about patrolling.
And I can't hear
From a few blocks away,
What I can always hear
On an overcast damp night,
The traffic on Harbor Boulevard.

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