Cat Morning
Morning
the little cat goes in and out
unable to decide whether wind and rain
are dangerous
Above the walk
the giant fronds of the palm
have no shadows
but cry out
The leaves of the grape vine
squish underfoot
and the dove’s voice
cannot be heard
Misty, the old cat
refuses to leave her cosy spot
but the kitten looks at me
expecting me to turn off the weather
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Absolutely right, this is about felines.
By: imogen88 on December 28, 2007
at 3:40 am
my dog is the same, she hates the wind and rain and always looks at me reproachfully when it is stormy out…which up here is often! She seems to be saying Why can’t you make it stop???
By: Chefleur on December 30, 2007
at 11:37 am
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