Riley welch is a poet from texas living in Denver. She posts three original poems a week. 


Here it’s a Sunday
and I’ve begun to believe that you’ve turned into a cat or a dog.
I haven’t seen you in dogs and thats been rather strange for you.

Someone who often shows up, promptly begging for company or affection or sometimes,

But today I didn’t see you
a dog sniffed at my feet and I though,
perhaps this could be you,
whining for a treat or for someone to pet you.

I haven’t seen any cats do this, though it does not make me think you couldn’t

still be a cat.


Old Places

On a fence