Testing the morning,
my cat sniffs the air,
gauges the warmth of the sun,
the possibility of rain,
the nearness or absense of danger.
One foot slightly raised,
ears pricked,
whiskers erect,
he listens for human voices,
the twitter of birds,
Only then, curled and waving,
does his tail follow him out the door.
by Believer
The Lemurian Abbey is a divine sanctuary across the lake on the island of Lenore. This lake is not unlike Lake Como in Northern Italy and is home to votaries of the Soul Food Way. The Abbess welcomes all comers but encourages residents to give bricks to ensure the growth of this virtual sanctuary. Check out her personal Lemurian Squidoo for products and books that she recommends.
Barbara: You have captured the essence of cat!
Thanks, Lori. Oreo was the smartest, most remarkable cat I’ve ever met. I miss him, but I’ll continue to write about him here and here he shall live.
a fine cat, most true
and the poem is almost a Fitz (huzzah!)
with 54 words — not a suggestion to change,
but a thought of how easy it is to
pen thoughts in ‘about’ 55 words.
Ah! Now this is a familiar voice and an old friend. Dear Oreo has been a special companion at the Abbey.
Oreo was, still is, a special being.
Vi
The essence of a cat – utterly – this cat is like a still life tingling with the sharp spring of movement.
“feline” groovy – it does indeed capture the essence of cat
oh you said this so well; cats and their sixth sense;I could picture this in detail and loved it!thank you for sharing!
sage