The wind blows
scattering them across the courtyard.
The furry brown shape darts
chasing his invisible foe.
If he catches the leaf
he is happy
then darts after another.
Fall is cold this year
but watching my cat in the leaves warms my heart.
The wind blows
scattering them across the courtyard.
The furry brown shape darts
chasing his invisible foe.
If he catches the leaf
he is happy
then darts after another.
Fall is cold this year
but watching my cat in the leaves warms my heart.
Saturn's Premier Poet 