Let in the shadow cat.
He sighs in the cold light of the stars,
Hidden on the blank path to your door,
His face sweetly buried in night ashes,
His eyes a feeling as you stand,
Staring into the darkness.
Let him in and watch the shade stretch
From the little tree, touching the step
Leaning into the house and vanishing
In the lit harshness of evening.
Let him in, all the way in,
Then turn down the lights
To see him.
There on the stair,
Shielded by coats,
Secret at the edge of the step,
A little night darkens the wall
And looks at you.
