Thursday, September 08, 2011
i came home, laden with farm market spoils , and there she was in the center of the path to the door. i could tell something was wrong. she was wobbly. i dropped my spoils and bent to ask her what was troubling her. she had been bitten. oh, sweetheart, i'm so sorry. i scooped her up in both hands, her tiny face peeking out between my thumbs. i whispered about how she pretty she was and how sorry i was she was hurt. i carried her to the edge of the ivy patch and set her down on a leaf. she shivered, but stayed and listened to me tell her to come back next time as a cat.
after a time, i gave her a feather-light pet between her ears and she crawled away under the ivy.
the little details of life that cross our paths, they matter.