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