It was -15°F when I got up this morning and at three in the afternoon, it's hovering around 0°F. The wind chills are scary and this is one woman who is glad she doesn't have to go out in it today.
I wonder if the inside cats even have a clue what's going on outside that sunny window?
Oh, to Live like a Cat
He lies there, wrapped in sun-stained fur,
plump as a jelly-filled scone fresh from the oven.
His eyes, green like a lizard by a stream, lazily read my
thoughts. He relaxes his head.
Under my stroking hand, his pleasure rumbles
like the pressure of an accelerating engine.
Half open, his lizard eyes glaze over like frosting on a doughnut.
I give in to the desire to kiss his head, rub his ears, and he smiles.
As I leave him sleeping,I head back to life.
~ Stacie Naczelnik