What is it that this neighborhood cat knows,
who sees me from time to time. "Hello, friend,"
I say to her. The cat bounds to me and goes
over on her back. No need to defend.
What is it that this neighborhood cat knows?
After all, I'm really a stranger. Such trust
could be betrayed. What a compliment.
What a privilege. It makes just
the simple act of petting an event.
What is it that this neighborhood cat knows?