Kitties of the Caminos
Kitties of the Caminos ! by Abe Sanoja Along the dusty pilgrim’s trail, Where stories ride on breeze and gale, Small guardians greet with silent cheer The kitties of the Way appear. They stretch on stones in morning sun, Or leap through fields in bursts of fun. By farms they prowl, in barns they nap, Or curl upon a fisher’s lap. In seaside towns and mountain bends, They walk beside us, furry friends. They hunt in shadows, soft and sly, Then chase the butterflies that fly. They doze on pews, in chapel shade, As pilgrims pass—hopeful, afraid. No sermon preached, no tales they tell, Just watchful eyes that know the shell. They purr beneath the milky skies, A gentle hush as moonrise sighs. ...