Yellow tabby sits in the window,
Tail sways from side-to-side  
In rhythm with the droplets outside,
Outside where the lake’s surface
Is broken by a thousand beats on its drum,
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, over and over.
Tears cascade down from heaven’s gates,
And create flowing streams that boil with
Steam and pressure to form a fountain
That splashes from the surface to the sky.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, over and over.
Yellow tabby sits in the window,
Eyes move from side-to-side,
In no particular rhythm with the outside,
Outside where the lake’s surface
Is no longer broken by a thousand beats
On its drum.
The sun emerges
To clear the stage.