Why Does It Turn Its Head From SideTo Side?

sally-a-bayan Poems

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