Tux

By Andrew R. Duckworth

I picked him up from the shelter
At the suggestion of a friend,
A black kitten by itself,
Away from the rest,
Isolated by choice.
What does a cat have that I don’t?
Peace of mind.
A cat isn’t bothered by
The news of the day
Which, in these days,
Is always bad news
As the powers continue
Their stranglehold.
A cat knows nothing of it.
Tux knows nothing of it.
But he knows when I know of it,
I know that much.