By Beverly Ann Barthel
With familiar thump and urgent meow
Another day approaches
Cozy quilt pulled tighter
Veiling eyes from what lies ahead
Back into my warm, safe and dark cocoon I go
Cradled in warmth …
But only for a moment more…
Meow , I hear again…
The battle of wills proceeds…
The meow is louder now
I lose or win
Depends on your perspective
Down goes the quilt
Exposed and cold
Robe in hand
I hasten to look out my Autumn window…
Worshipping trees bow in the wind to their Maker
Scampering squirrels and dancing Autumn leaves twirl in delight
And old Mr.Smith, from across the street,
Wearing his ancient , grey sweater gets his newspaper
Just as he has done since the Great Depression back in 1932
The wind blows an old baseball cap down the street
And the mystical out door cat appears on my sill
Suddenly my heart feels warm again.
My…
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