on the lead
I follow my cat
two paces behind
Lynette Arden
5am milking . . .
a white cat follows
the
fog
in
Lorin Ford
a
therapist on leave
my cat’s eyes
hold me
a
Leanne Jaeger
a
Chased another cat
hunting birds in my backyard
think I might have barked
Jason Richardson
cold wind
my cat twitches
her battle-scarred ear
Leanne Jaeger
slow evening
the bar door cat-flap
lets in the scent of rain
Peter Macrow
Echidna Tracks 