Overlooked

Overlooked

A litter of five puppies at the shelter

causes excitement and people stand in line

hoping to feel sweet puppy kisses

on their noses and cheeks.

“All the yellow ones are taken.

Only this black one is left.”

You gazed at me with those soulful eyes

wondering if you’d finally get picked.

Gladly I swept you up, my sweet boy,

for eyes tell more about a being

than the color of their coat

and I care not for superstition of devilry.

Instead, you’ll be my Grim.

A litter of three kittens at the shelter

and the cream-colored girl goes first

leaving the blue and black brothers.

The blue brother is twice the other’s size

and muscular and playful and

he isn’t blind in one eye.

You gazed at me with those curious eyes

(the best you could with one, anyway,)

wondering if you’d get picked before your brother.

Gladly I swept you up, my sweet boy,

for eyes tell more about a being

than the color of their coat

and I care not for the superstition of witchcraft.

Instead, you’ll be my Fairy Cat.