October/November

My poems of the month aren't always new poems, but poems I'm simply glad to have written.
This is one of them.

Inessential Things

What do cats remember of days?

They remember the ways in from the cold,
The warmest spot, the place for food.
They remember the places of pain, their enemies,
The irritation of birds, the warm fumes of the soil.
They remember the creak of a bed, the sound
Of their owners footsteps,
The taste of fish, the loveliness of cream.
Cats remember what is essential of days.
Letting all other memories go as if of no worth
They sleep sounder than we,
Whose hearts break remembering
So many inessential things.

BP