last night while we were walking, cats
kept running up to us jingling their collars
and yelling with their mouths wide open,
I was just needing someone and here
you are!

small animals who don’t imagine I
will be anything but kind,
small crimson flowers opening on the vine
outside my bedroom door
and I can’t stop imagining
that everything else, everything
bipedal, everything else.

I’ve not run up
to anything bipedal yelling And here
you are
in years.