Home Again

She flexed her claws into the ancient planks of the dock and wrapped her tail around her front legs. The musk of an eager Tom blended in the fog with the delicious tang of fish, fresh from the salt sea.

He sang to her, of love and of wild play – he swore that he lived only for her.

She'd take his love, for a time.

Sunrise would see her down the narrow alley behind the barn, across the roof, through the gap in the easement and onto her satin and embroidered pillow, waiting for milk – for she lived only for her Queen.