Breezy day in May—
 
a feral cat takes a nap
 
in the noonday sun.

 
 
 

The bookstore cat naps
 
in the poetry section
 
on spring afternoons.

 
 
 

Labor Day weekend—
 
when no one’s watching, the cat
 
eats from the dog’s dish.

 
 

Summer’s drought deepens—

dust settles down on my porch

like a tired old cat.

 
 

In a pool of light
 
a cat nurses three kittens—
 
spring tranquility.

 
 
 

Hear the winter wind!
 
It howls outside the window
 
like a cat in heat.

 
 
 

Winter storm warning—
 
a white cat in the window
 
purrs contentedly.

Deepening winter—

a cat and her three kittens

curl up near the stove.

 
 
 

I call my cat’s name
 
three times, but she ignores me—
 
chilly autumn rain.

 
 
 

Curled up on my bed,
 
my cat takes her final nap—
 
tonight, a hard frost.