Cats in Clover

The winter sunshine feels so good today
The sky was all motley and dappled shade
It could have easily gone either way
Light and dark fought but decision was made
That the sun would break free and victorious

My cat is basking and thinks it glorious
To feel this half-forgotten warmth again
After days of steady relentless rain
Which indeed is to return as refrain
Soon enough but let us not think of that

But that is how they say it is to be
I would never dream of telling my cat
This afternoon is perfect and I say
Thank you Lord for this for my cat and me

I should tell you that my cat's name is Fred
Very well-fed and a very good friend
He is nine years old fat and rusty-red
When it is raining cold we always end
Up curled-up together as we weather
Out all the strange things strange storms tend to send

But now he has gone out with Smokey Joe
The neighbor-cat who knocked on the window
With his paw as he saw Fred sleeping there
So now they are romping and frisking where
They like to be best as the sun sets in the west
They leap and roll over in rain-softened clover

+Steven Curtis Lance



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