She sleeps hard.
Tired from chasing.
Running after scents
rising and flowing on
the ever moving winds.
Her legs and brain
run still, after the
elusive and so
scented lures.
She waits by the window.
Shadows of birds fly by her
on the blind, tail twitches and
she is ready to pounce! Wise old
cat knows the window is there so
she chooses the wise path, and has
a sunbeam warmed nap. She dreams.
We are playing with verbs tonight at dVerse. Watching the dog and the cat today inspired me. They are so very vibrant when they are playing and chasing, dedicated to their fun. And then they fall asleep with such utter disregard for anything else, naps rule when play is done. So we step around them quietly, their feline and canine sprawl, and are slightly envious. To have that freedom…ah!
Sunflower Poetry 