Outside, the cat is dancing, prancing.
Leaves fall fast and she is pouncing.
Each leaf falling, curling swirling
prompts her leaping, whirling, twirling.
She crouches, pauses, waiting ’til
she gets the chance to catch and kill
each leaf that leaves and spins around
on its traverse to the ground.
Inside, I settle in my chair
And watch the cat dance in the air
My old eyes flicker with delight
As I behold this joyful sight.
The cat leaps high, and with each prance
my heart leaps too and joins the dance.
About the Creator
Suzsi Mandeville
I love to write - it's my escape from the hum-drum into pure fantasy. Where else can you get into a stranger's brain, have a love affair or do a murder? I write poems, short stories, plays, 3 novels and a cookbook. www.suzsimandeville.com
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