With stripe-like wrinkles
And purple veined paws
Rocks back and forth
On her lone front porch.
Surrounded by her feline family,
The heavy folds of her shawl
Coated with hand-me-down fur
And perfumed with the stench of cat-nip,
The squeaking of ancient wood against ancient wood
Accompanies the purr of her family;
Music to her lame ears.
With faraway eyes the color of sea foam
And a stoic smile of eons passed
She nods in answer to every mew;
Like a mother cat to her kittens.