There was a sudden shrill yip nearby
near the other side of my front door
and another loud yip and another
as I sat reading a book of poems
with a white cat on my lap
The cat tensed, his head came up
I patted him reassuringly
but he jumped off my lap
and ran to the door, listening
then he jumped out the flap.
I was a bit surprised
The last cat that had sat on my lap
had died out there close by
I never knew how he died
but he had always feared coyotes
I imagined the worst.
But this cat is fearless.