Once the Storm has Washed my Heart
Once the Storm has Washed my Heart
He appears
under a bright rainbow,
a powered point of attention.
Regally poised,
our cat first senses him,
her tail flicking wildly
eyes enlarging,
all pretensions of princessliness
tapering before the sight.
He stretches magnificently,
like a luminous earthly angel,
coolly sauntering across the court.
Lightning flash,
spots and stripes
ripple, as that
almost tailless cat,
dripping pride from every pore,
dips from view.