“Aristocat”
The Cat lay sprawled, rag dolled
in a warm splash of late winter light
the morning, ending but still streaming
friendly and blue-skied, sun beaming
through the glazing;
carelessly brushing the sink
and taking pause on the kitchen floor
blessing in their turn the patient linoleum tiles:
two travelling blinding squares of sun showered shingles
Unwittingly our feline becomes a snug sundial
I sit, scribbling scrabbling…
staring at the faded tabled blooms
but the outer azure sky lifts my spirits