The kitten calls from the patio: Mozaga

The kitten calls from the patio 

The kitten calls from the patio 
and I wonder,
who he is calling to now?

Grown in size and confidence 

since arriving here two months ago,
found in Teguise,

dumped in a bag with his siblings, 

then plucked out of a cage for us,

like a lucky-dip prize.

Fitted in a single palm 

with unusual eyes of amber
and as he calls now I remember
the morning we brought him home,
far too tiny, fragile and trusting,
in a crate far too large.

His first evening here, 

cuddled throughout the night 

by a friend on our sofa,
for security and warmth.

Our older cat, unsure at first, also grew
becoming older, wiser, teacher, mother, brother.
Carrying him by his scruff 

and licking his tiny face.

Now quickly he is growing:
little teeth and little claws,
curious and playful, 
we wear his scratches on our legs and arms.

I listen to his call again,
his now confident voice

calling loudly from the sunny patio.
I think how lucky we are 

to have found each other.