I have an album collection <br />of moments <br />stray and deliberate; <br /> <br />each dependent <br />upon time and circumstance; <br />friends, years attached and bright shiny faces. <br /> <br />There too <br />are written <br />words, <br />paper clipped <br />in decade stacks, <br />categorized <br />and organized, <br /> <br />they lie <br />on my mind's desk- <br />like cats <br />lounging <br />languidly. <br /> <br />I stroke them- <br />old friends familiar; <br />lapping them up like kitten's milk- <br /> <br />others move arthritically <br />yet close <br />preening softly. <br /> <br />My album cat ecology <br />is witness <br /> <br />all together <br />and separately; <br />some mute- <br />some paper purring memories. <br /> <br />My hands stroke all of them <br />in these photos <br />fresh and graying <br />eliciting from me <br />sighs <br />coming to me from down the years. <br />I think of them all <br />as cats purring.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cat-album-2/
