The Purr of Two Cats
by Cleo Griffith, California
Last night the chair moved. John’s chair.
The latest in a series of unusual events.
What fun to give to these circumstances
other-worldly causes, my desire to reunite
with those passed on, and missed.
Even the cats work with the presence
of…my overactive imagination? They stare
at empty spaces. Run toward unheard calls.
Purr at unseen figures in the room.
Last night John’s chair moved.
Please don’t try to explain it.
They are never far away from me, those gone,
I prefer it that way, let me take comfort
from strange occurrences and the purr
of two cats.
