Chester knew his mistress
by Marshall Gass
the one with the copper burnished fingers
and slow delicate smile, longing eyes,
soft skin and smell like violets in
sizzling summer heat.
He curled up in his cardboard box
and kept his ears open to all sounds
around the pool and table
aware but asleep
Call his name and he will leap to life
eyes of glass, melting in a soft head
full of affection fur flying for a cuddle
little tail wagging welcome attention.
Chester knew his way with the world
his wisdom perfect and plenty.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved,18 days ago