Cat stands at the fridge, <br />Cries loudly for milk. <br />But I've filled her bowl. <br />Wild cat, I say, Sister, <br />Look, you have milk. <br />I clink my fingernail <br />Against the rim. Milk. <br />With down and liver, <br />A word I know she hears. <br />Her sad miaow. She runs <br />To me. She dips <br />In her whiskers but <br />Doesn't drink. As sometimes <br />I want the light on <br />When it is on. Or when <br />I saw the woman walking <br />toward my house and <br />I thought there's Frances. <br />Then looked in the car mirror <br />To be sure. She stalks <br />The room. She wants. Milk <br />Beyond milk. World beyond <br />This one, she cries.<br /><br />Frances Mayes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sister-cat/
