A Cat for All Seasons

I walk the damp and lonely green

Of wayward autumn grass and see

A fluffball white as winter snow

That proudly sits to preen.

I watch the fluffball come and go

Its tread determined stern and slow

Its head raised high, its watchful eyes

All glazed with winter-glow.

And then it’s gone but in the sky

Another fluffball floats so high

And stares so wary, white and proud

While seasons pass me by.

Now comes the spring like kittens loud

With flutter, cluttered fur, surrounding

Where that cat returns to me

And sings for summer clouds.