Michael Johnson

Blackie

 

Blackie

is a kitten with

moon spoon

midnight

green

eyes.

Who sits quiet

nightly—

on the edge

of his world

hunched

on stone

on a corner lot

in the small

village of

Villa Park,

across from

the prairie path—

devouring fireflies

& hissing at the

cadence of crickets—

waiting patiently

for strangers to

stroll by,

for Carol

to come home—

begging for a cuddle

to soft purr—

language that

speaks his

mind.