By Anna Jacobson
I found her at school one day, hidden
under one of the classrooms. I climbed
in after her and she let me stroke
her fur. I carried her into the light
and her shadow stretched
across the grass.
Her owners were relieved.
She’d been missing three weeks.
They came to pick her up
and as I let her go, I imagined a cat
of my own. A cat called Nora.