Cat Watching
Two cats live in the house
next door, but all I ever see
are empty bowls and one mouse
unstuffed and tattered blue. Three
strings are in a different place
each time that I arrive. I see and hear
a puff of hair, a quick footrace.
But the cats? They disappear.
next door, but all I ever see
are empty bowls and one mouse
unstuffed and tattered blue. Three
strings are in a different place
each time that I arrive. I see and hear
a puff of hair, a quick footrace.
But the cats? They disappear.
This poem is copyright (©) Wendy BooydeGraaff 2026
About the Writer
Wendy BooydeGraaff
Wendy BooydeGraaff’s poems have been included in Cutleaf, Barzakh,The Elevation Review, Litmosphere, and anthologized in Midwest Futures: Poems & Micro-Stories from Tomorrow's Heartland (Middle West Press), Under Her Eye (Blackspot Books), and Not Very Quiet (Recent Works Press). Born and raised in Ontario, Canada, she now lives in Michigan, United States.
