For Indy

12 09 2007

Indy is a neighbor’s cat and often visits my garden—I suppose because of its jungle-like qualities (and the fact that birds and other critters call it home as well). He also likes to peer into the patio door and taunt our cat, Jasper. His owner has a difficult time keeping him indoors exclusively, and although I see him all over the neighborhood, he knows where his home is. Regina told me that his owner found him abandoned at a rest stop years ago and brought him home. He has some kind of heart condition, but it doesn’t seem to slow him down. I see him walking across the top of the fence and he always comes when I call his name. He’s quite affectionate and, as you can see, very willing to take time out of his day of wanderlust to pose for me.


© 2007 Cindy Dyer, All rights reserved.

A Cat
Stately, kindly, lordly friend
Here to sit by me, and turn
Glorious eyes that smile and burn,
Golden eyes, love’s lustrous meed,
On the golden page I read.

All your wondrous wealth of hair
Dark and fair,
Silken-shaggy, soft and bright
As the clouds and beams of night,
Pays my reverent hand’s caress
Back with friendlier gentleness.

Dogs may fawn on all and some
As they come;
You, a friend of loftier mind,
Answer friends alone in kind.
Just your foot upon my hand
Softly bids it understand.

Morning round this silent sweet
Sheds its wealth of gathering light,
Thrills the gradual clouds with might,
Changes woodland, orchard, heath,
Lawn, and garden there beneath.

Fair and dim they gleamed below:
Now they glow
Deep as even your sunbright eyes,
Fair as even the wakening skies.
Can it not or can it be
Now that you give thanks to see?

— Algernon Charles Swinburne



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