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.