Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 28,459 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

For My Persian Cat In Autumn - Poem by Gert Strydom

Curled up he lays in the last bit of summer sun
that falls in the autumn,
he sometimes scale the chestnut tree
of which the stripped branches
grabs at the dull blue sky
to stretch himself out on the roof of the garage,
where he continually licks at his ginger coat

and when unexpectedly a thunderstorm arises
he lies on the porch curled up in a bundle,
looking at the falling drops
until a bolt of lightning falls on the paving in front of him,
where he looks startled at the bang
and with big golden eyes
that almost draws close does call.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 30, 2012

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