Tuesday, October 10, 2023

Poetry: On the Porch with Lily

Stray cat on a chair

Upon waking at midnight.

I look outside

to see if the little unhoused calico

is sleeping on “her” wicker chair.

I affectionately refer to her as

Lilliputian, Lily Pad, or Callalily.

Someone once wrote that nicknames

are  “silly syllables that contain so much love”.


I pour a small drink

in Aunt Irene’s old jelly jar

and head outdoors.


Lily crawls into my lap,

solitary beings

content to share a few moments

of companionship,

basking in the honey light

of a soft yellow bulb.


Surrounded by mums, pumpkins, and cornstalks,

we enjoy this quiet October night

startled only when a walnut drops,

sounding like a bomb.

PS: Lily is a stray and needs to be adopted.

Photo at top: Lily the stray cat. Photo provided by Laura Bellinger.

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I am a retired teacher who enjoys the outdoors, especially the Adirondacks. My parents took us camping when we were kids, then we attended 4-H Camp in Speculator (a former CCC camp). As an adult, I served on the Camp board for 8 years. I went to my friend's camp in Bloomingdale (Saranac) for 10 years. We enjoyed cross country skiing, canoeing, fishing, snowshoeing, etc. I still hike, cross country and downhill ski, snowshoe. I bicycle and ride a Harley. I play the organ at a 300 year old church.


8 Responses

  1. Gary Lee says:


  2. Boreas says:

    Everyone needs a Tortie!

  3. Paul J. O’Brien says:

    Love your poem. We have a cat too. I wrote a little book about our previous cat, a three-legged gift of God. Thank you.

  4. Ethan says:

    Lovely poem. So glad Lily has found a home.

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