Small Peace, the Day Wendell Berry Died

He’s an indoor cat, but I let him out tonight

For both your sakes

He is white

And black

And now orange and gray and green

With seeds along his belly

He rolled

And looked upward

And in holes

And spent a long time just sniffing

With his mouth open

Gaping at the sounds and smells

The peace of wild things

Before I brought him back indoors

So I can keep him