Aug 2017
Never sure who's boss between us
He comes when called
several minutes later...
Blinking sweetly
smiling as only cats can
Golden, half-moons of sunlit bliss
watch fat yellow-jacket
marginally motivated
The hunt cannot compare
to the soft grass with its tender clover
a full belly
and the meeter-of-all-needs nearby
But the quick jitter-dance
of an easy moth
sends the tiger
to the jungle of forsythia
Gleaming, stalking stripes
Alternating white of paws in precise approach
The prey? Too quick
The predator? Too old and lazy
prefers attention
Lumbers slowly back
lolling against coffee cup
Enough....
On needles of white pine
a secret lion has lain down
waiting only for the lamb
He comes when called
several minutes later...
Blinking sweetly
smiling as only cats can
Golden, half-moons of sunlit bliss
watch fat yellow-jacket
marginally motivated
The hunt cannot compare
to the soft grass with its tender clover
a full belly
and the meeter-of-all-needs nearby
But the quick jitter-dance
of an easy moth
sends the tiger
to the jungle of forsythia
Gleaming, stalking stripes
Alternating white of paws in precise approach
The prey? Too quick
The predator? Too old and lazy
prefers attention
Lumbers slowly back
lolling against coffee cup
Enough....
On needles of white pine
a secret lion has lain down
waiting only for the lamb
This was written for my, 16 year-old cat, Joseph. who's been gone a while now. I thought of the poem as I said good-bye to my latest pet, Bailey, whom I buried this week.
I do believe I'll see them again in the resurrection, when He will restore all things in peace-- granting life again to all in which was the breath of life.
I do believe I'll see them again in the resurrection, when He will restore all things in peace-- granting life again to all in which was the breath of life.
