Through glass tinted blue by summer air
I watch the edges of her frayed fur
gliding past the evanescent youth of greenery,
a stripped spirit sailing through an ocean of blooms.

Her image blurred by the straying remnants of frost
infinite as the barren oak she crouches beside
still as the surface of a frozen pond
pointed ears two arrows pointing towards the silver sky

The wide, eternal greenness of her eyes
divergent in a sea of oranges and reds,
demonstrating the quiet moderation of a chessmaster
prepared to wait until the earth is verdant again.