A moment’s pause,

two,

three,

then four,

glide sleek
black doubt
through my
backdoor.

It twines
about
the table legs,
then preens,
then purrs;
for love it begs.

Tagged,
its collar
bears your name.

I pour
it milk,
decide
it tame.

I’ll
take it
to my bed
tonight
but fear
will surely 
kick it out
come morning
light

.j.