Brown rivulets caressed the tabby’s back.
Courage, caution, for this cat there’s no lack.
Infrequent blue skies, sparse clouds, thin black sticks;
Blue Jay peering at me, up to no tricks…
Meditating on my black cat’s eyes,
Is like walking down a hall by and by.
Starlings fluttering in the small puddles –
Bathing, dew, black and gold feathers, HUSTLE!
The Wind ruffled the tree’s feelings, Banshee…
A faraway dog barks – Oh just to BE.