Small Comfort

Small Comfort


In the morning my small cat cries,

his sad meows like a newborn’s.

I follow the sound

check all the closets

to make sure he is not trapped.

But no, there he is

at the base of the stairs,

looking up, just crying.

I bend to pet him,

cup his small head

and he stops.

He accepts whatever comfort

I am able to give.


Carol L. Gloor

2020


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