Image by Ian Lofaro from Pixabay
A smatter of birdcall
through the wall of music,
pounding drums from earphones
drown the bird's melody
while everything
grows surreptitiously.
A cat watches
lazy midday light,
fur an Ebony sheen,
she licks lips before
anointing a paw,
showering in saliva
under tumescent Azaleas.
Green breath of growth swells,
as bumble bees crumble crusts
of pollen-ripened flowers,
and that just cut grass smell
enthuses and overpowers.
I stand still for a moment,
spade half buried in calico earth
the music has stopped.
End of the Album.
The cat sits up,
shock in her eyes-
as clouds roll in
darkening the sky.
Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay
This poem was inspired by an experience from a few years ago when I was gardening for a friend. I did get a picture of her cat glowering at the clouds as they rolled in... but sadly after searching for nearly half an hour I couldn't find that picture anywhere on my computer 😂 The one I used above from pixabay looks a lot like my friend's cat.
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