It's a windy day today.

[panader0]

Not a good day to be outside.
I sat on the couch--the sunlight through the window--
the wind blowing the mesquite branches
casting moving shadows on the couch and floor.
The cats knew they couldn't go out.
Too many moving shadows.
Pollux jumped up next to me.
He and I are friends--eye contact and understanding.
A large white guy, long hair, big tail.
He looked at me and we shook hands.
Belle came next. She's almost 20 years old.
She jumped up--stared at Pollux and laid down,
using Pollux as a pillow.
He didn't mind, seeming to know her place as the elder.
The shadows of the mesquite branches moving outside
danced across their bodies.
I watched as they seemed to fade into napping.
I watched as their little lungs filled and exhaled.
Belle won't last much longer.
Pollux's twin brother Castor was eaten long ago by a coyote.

[Blues Heron]

1. That's a great cat post you've written here

very evocative, thanks.

[Kali]

2. nice

take the freaking irritation and make art. I am sick of the wind, two days of it here - and in late May? WTF? and we had below freezing night before last!

[Fla Dem]

3. I don't know why, but that was very calming and meditative. Thanks.

Oh, until the part about poor Castor.

[zanana1]

4. You should write more poetry.

I thoroughly enjoyed that.