How do cats know what we need?
It's so chilly this morning, here in
oh so still, golden, wine country.
I'm lying here snug on the couch.
Santorini-blue quilt, iPad, coffee,
writing poetry.
Here comes my warm, calico coverlet!
Jumping up on me.
Ah, her gold eyes like a warm
fireplace glow...
Her master pieced painted body.
The magical ebb and flow of blessed
warmth on my thighs, oh!
I call her, a bit of heaven on earth.
An angel, if you will, in disguise.
My calico, Irene, feline majesty.
My sunrise wine country surprise.
Sun Spirit, painting all the houses
a bright gold.
* Title inspired by my beautiful
daughter, Maria Elena.*
October 19,2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem