By Katrina Sammons
This place is safe,
cozy, unknown.
No one's around,
just paws on warm stone.
It's just the right temperature,
not hot but not cold.
The sun pets the cats,
some young and some old.
Their auras are pure,
a fresh scent fills the air.
There's a feeling of comfort
in this space that we share.
An elder, seasoned feline
sitting idle by the docks—
I can see the life he's lived
in his step as he walks.
For a brief moment,
I don't want to go home.
Oh, to be a cat,
with my own island to roam.
Katrina Sammons — My name is Katrina, and I am a sophomore majoring in both English and Film Studies. I’m originally from Pittsburgh, but moved to New York City with the hopes of pursuing a career in comedy screenwriting. My favorite things on my extensive list of niche interests are Neil Gaiman, the ocean sunfish, and my cat, Vision. I’m actually not hugely into poetry, but I’m trying to get out of my comfort zone by using what I love as inspiration for this form of creativity.