 Kahlua |
Snow Watching No place to go, Kahlua, our cat, casually watching the snow, no squirrels around, starlings hidden, away, an insect, a spider, nothing worthwhile or blowing leafs to espy... No treacherous journeys taken, no butterflies wings over clouds traversing mountains to plateaus in Mexico, no nets to escape, arriving early or late. Not caring for accumulated bonds, stocks stashed in drawers. Not making war, peace, idolized prayer, no wishing to share, just looking out the storm door, nor movement or stares. I'm entranced - through the slush, black glazed ice, I maneuvered home, dexterously drove, garaged my car, proud as a peacock, yet no further escapade today... But my tortoiseshell feline, sated, warm and relaxed, sat a few moments... then strode leisurely a familiar way, a trivial page turned in an inconsequential everyday play. 5th December 2003 Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York. |
