Thursday, January 5, 2017

still I rise, leap, float, fly

Taking specific aim,

I crouch, gather muscle power,

And spring-sail up,

Levitating with ancient


Feline finesse, unquestioning

Of nature's bestowed eminence -- my flying and landing abilities, assumed, and deployed for choice placement of myself, in winter sunshine bursting through a south window, warm despite single-digit temperatures. 

Basking in
high places,
an apt activity
and fulfillment
of my opulent, purring presence
in this place in the world.



{watercolor paintings:
the Cat one, by Svetlana Novikova,
the next two below, by Osamu Saito, and the last one with the yellow sofa, by Josephine Grant}