Picchu - Anita Holzberg

In the evening when Picchu comes in
  her coat of fur matches the darkness
   she still is the funny "fraidy" cat
 that lingers around
   peeping the corners
      of a room
never jumping in my lap or sleep on my bed


I am fortunate that the little tuxedo cat
     befriends me
            she knows who does the feeding
                 she goes about my legs like a hairy
                        fur ball
    she darts into the deep night
at 12--Midnight
     when I call it quits
her morning has just begun.

Anita S. Holzberg