by Robin Loving

Created on: June 03, 2010   Last Updated: August 29, 2011

The Sentinel

Atop his throne of plastic crates

Azure eyes, of almond, glow and

Warily they trace my movements

I dish-out wet food, slowly.  Slow...

I make a move to pet his head

And out the window, once again

I can’t expect an instant friendship

It took two years to become James’ friend.

Darkness brings him calming peace.

Ghostly sounds of better days

When all his siblings nestled warmly

Around the man, who took in strays.

Tomorrow, landlords close his window

And toss that life into the trash.

I have one day to convince this cat

I am his friend…it's far too brash.

But I’ll sneak into this midnight sanctum

When ‘The Sentinel’ sleeps upon his throne...

Throw a blanket over  almond-azure eyes

 Aglow, and try to bring him home.

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