Life, its ceaseless riddles
like a cat at the back door—
that persistent. Each of us
has to choose sometime.
Don’t you see?
I chose to feed the cat.
I chose to let life in.
Life, its ceaseless riddles
like a cat at the back door—
that persistent. Each of us
has to choose sometime.
Don’t you see?
I chose to feed the cat.
I chose to let life in.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 