still I rise, leap, float, fly

Taking specific aim,


I crouch, gather muscle power,


And spring-sail up,


Levitating with ancient


Incomprehensible


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.
 
Now.


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{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}


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