Why does it turn its head from side to side?..........
Watching from the bay window, i knew that very moment,
it was obviously up to something, a mischief at most.
it was comfortably hunched under the cool shade
of the sweetsop tree; the fuschia bougainville,
its thorny branches added to the shade.
Glaring blue-gray eyes appeared to be
basking in the sunny weather, the
yellow and pink wildflowers, its
body, hiding from the rays of
the sun, hiding 'neath the
tall, swaying branches
of the oxygen plant,
with its soft stems
moving weirdly
like a see-saw,
the succulent
leaves, one
by o n e
being cut
off its stem.
It seemed sure,
as it hit its nose
a g a i n s t the whole
bunch over and over....the
leaves, one by one, fell softly
on the ground. Now, i know why
it turned its head, from side to side...
how surprised was i, for it gathered the
fallen leaves to where it hid underneath the
sweetsop tree......for there, the leaves occupied
some space, and then i saw it lay upon the coolness
of the gathered leaves, then leant its head beside an old
empty clay ***, cold, too, i suppose.....fell asleep in comfort.
I fought the urge to lift this clever, self-reliant creature, take it
to my lap and cuddle it, lest it scratch me with its furry paws, glare
at me, even growl at me....instead of rubbing its body near my legs
giving me sweet meows, soft purrs, so, i left it alone while cat-napping.
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A.Bayan
Marian, another one for Lady Jane...please take a moment, lift yourself from your sorrow, read this poem, with Lady Jane on your lap.
I hope it helps, Marian.