I Hear America Purring

I Hear America Purring 

By Jason Goldtrap 

 September 10, 2020 

I hear America purring, the varied trills I hear, 

Those cats of mechanics who jump into tool boxes, each one getting in the way as it should be,

The delicious milk of the momma cat, or of the feline leaping to the bed just in time to be swallowed by sheets fresh out of the dryer, or of the girl sewing with a kitten who keeps stealing her yarn and hiding it under the couch, 

Each taking what belongs to them and to none else because it is in their home and has their scent, 

The day what belongs to the nap—at night when dead birds are placed on the porch. 

 All purring, all warm, content with territory and family.