ODE Poem: Ode to Yue, by Jolene Nolte

You appeared with a relentless barrage
of meows one Monday, hungry, all fur
and bone peering out from yellow-green eyes.
Your black coat is dusted with flecks of gray,
white, orange on the tiny bridge of your
nose. You love to climb, to perch on my chest,
to play with any object—computer
cords, my necklace, my dangly earrings. You
wrap your slender length around my fragile
desk decor. I am twenty-seven weeks
pregnant with my first child, unsure of my
new role as a mother. With you sleeping
draped across my neck, my daughter kicking
at my ribs, tides of affection surge with-
in me for small, capricious creatures.

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