More summer poems cat, heat, drought

Greye Laster cat

IT'S COOLER DOWN HERE

smart cat!

Rather than rest

in the attic's heat, he

spends his afternoon nap on the

fourth stair.

~~

STRANGE ONE

Strange one

at the birdbath:

stretched out, a foot long, eyes

checking the water. Finally,

he laps.

~~

A FIRST!

After

all these years, Greye

jumped up on the loveseat

in the space between my paper

and me.

Never

has he done such

as that. He reclined in

the small spot, put a gray paw on

my leg.

~~

Storm building in Fairfield Glade, TN on sisters' trip

smelling

rain, but the sun's

shining

~~

ALL THINGS IN THEIR TIMES

Every

time I looked up

at graying clouds, I prayed,

"Please rain. Please rain." Hours later,

spitting.
~~

Yellow

pansy hanging

out of the pot. Could I

hear it gasping, "Too hot! Water!

Water!"?

~~

parched ground somewhere

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