So it took six weeks.
 Where do cats go when 
 They aren’t at my house
 Looking for food?
 But back she was 
 At our door.
 Thinner but looking 
 For a tentative petting
 From the cat whisperer.
 We saw her for two evenings.
 Then another vanishing act.
 She is training me 
 To let go of my feral fears.
 She lives as she wishes.
 And I learn to enjoy 
 The gift of her presence 
 As truly a gift.
 Not a requirement.