Mom took mercy on us
on our island adventure.
We had a basket of food,
and language had no censure.
Brother and I tramped through woods,
and discovered an orphaned cat.
Mom said, “No,”
and that was that.
Dad said, “It was just as well,
and we should stop our crying.”
The vet took it to the zoo.
It was a mountain lion.
Alice Couch is a retired nurse’s aide who spends her days playing with her dogs, Nibby and Squeakie, while writing poetry for her three children, four grandchildren, seven great-grandchildren, and four great great-grandchildren. One of her stories published in Living with Children. She studied yoga and Buddhism and has a gift for blending the rational approach of the Western mind with the deep spiritual wisdom of the east in her poetry. She was named Noblesville’s Senior Poet Laureate in 2012.