Kanga

You came to us "Kanga"
though we wondered why
you were named after Milne's mother marsupial
& not her crafty son Roo. But boy, you bounced enough-
so your species namesake was actually apropos. Galloping
down the open hallway you came to me
at full tilt, sidewise like a crab,
your eyes full on mine. Tail held high in greeting
you were My Cat.
                                     Later, after fires, relocations, a year,
what must you have thought
at last borne home to a snowy Michigan?

We were so afraid
that you would die on busy Highway 1-
we couldn't take you with us to the little trailer on 24th St. Ocean.

That's what we thought.


A Judge and his wife
finally rescued you from your feral, abandoned life at Coco Plum Terrace

taking you into the heart of Winter
and,
           I hope,
                           Love.