she creeps into the garden
with a 'don't mind me'
and a flick of orange tail
among the lavender bushes –
makes herself at home
among the red-plumed helmets
of crocosmia,
out of sight of the windows
and the dog barks
and the clatter of the neighbour's dustbins.
our cat can see her
from the bedroom window
just the tip of his tail
flicking
with a 'don't mind me'
and a flick of orange tail
among the lavender bushes –
makes herself at home
among the red-plumed helmets
of crocosmia,
out of sight of the windows
and the dog barks
and the clatter of the neighbour's dustbins.
our cat can see her
from the bedroom window
just the tip of his tail
flicking
5 comments:
How super! I can so easily see that. I love the poem and the painting, particularly the bitty one hanging on the wall. :)
Thank you kindly :)
Super poem Rachel, I love the end of the cat's tail, swishing slowly.
Thank you Gina :)
I love the painting and the abundance of crystal sharp imagery in your words.
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