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.