My sleepy eyes fog over…long lazy day.
I put down my book of poetry
and take a walk around the house.
The cats are playing happily in the courtyard;
when they see me coming they scatter
like frightened deer.
by Stanley KunitzSome things I do not profess
to understand, perhaps
not wanting to, including
whatever it was they did
with you or you with them
that timeless summer day
when you stumbled out of the wood,