The kind I can hide life in - all his
Drawings, all the turtles safe behind
Glass - the cats as they pass & the live
Can sit on top - fetch a stunning pose
Or two or three - that space between
The door and the ground - the fear
Of stepping off and landing hard
There’s hips to be thought of now
Ankles and knees - how strange to
Deal with age as an endless stage
How I love the step down - the step
Up - perhaps all that is needed is a hutch