. . . and then I returned
to the comforting leak of the pantry light
across the kitchen floor
reclaiming the hearth
the carved out space
to creep beneath, inhabit
the familiar echo off the walls
a hum, deep inside me
a coming to earth
nestling into the embrace
of the small green chair
sinking back into the habitual
flow, feeling it wash over me
through winter chilled glass
reimagining myself with
owl moon, blue shadows on snow
car headlights tossing snowflakes
shattering my silence from below.
It certainly is a cat’s life there Melissa, and so descriptively expressed:-)
I think you found the felinity. 🙂
Felinity, now that’s a great word. Cat’s may appear inscrutable, but their habits are an open book.
I think our cat of years ago would have felt right at home with this poem, Melissa. –Curt
Cats have an extraordinary way of taking ownership of their space.
Thank you, Judy.
Very poetic kitty 🙂
She’s a barely disguised demon who rules the roost!
OOooohh, I like this!
Happy you do, Charissa!
Could be a twin to my Claudio; love the effect with the green eyes. And the poem captures so well the many things with which a cat is in tune…
Glad you liked it, Sunshine. Thank you.
This is wonderful! Words and image capturing feline essence-I love the rhythm as the cat makes its way to the chair–creep, nestling, sinking, reimagining . . . glorious!
Thank you for your kind words! So glad you enjoyed the poem. All the best, Melissa
A powerful poem. You capture in words poignant extrasensory sensations impossible to capture in words.
High praise indeed! Thank you, Roger.