Member Poem

Stray black cat,
lucky mascot or,
some "homeless pet,"
indeed might wonder,
where I’m bound?
piercing  green-eyes,
bent nails scraping,
wild grass plot,
"house key” found,
but isn’t mine,
the cat muses,
dark night seems,
so raw and cold,
whiskers now twitch,
as quiet worlds,
strike uncanny pose,
lonely pet reflects,
should I wander,
or wait awhile,
for peep of day,
to signpost places,
I should dwell in