Natalie in the Wild

Most cats hide from the plastic door,
but Jonah climbs inside like coming home.
He claims the small space as his fortress,
settles in as if he’s been waiting.
Some trust arrives without earning,
the way morning light finds windows.
No coaxing, no slow approach—
just the quiet choosing of presence
over the bright, wild running
that keeps the heart safe and alone.
He checks where I am from the yard,
then returns to his exploring.