Poem for Mystie the Cat

You ponder the placement

of a patch of fresh sunlight.

You pounce and capture

its heat; own it’s place

for awhile.

Then your warm little

body leaps onto my lap.

And I wish you long life--

even longer than mine,

though I know that’s

unlikely.

I let go of these

thoughts

like falling-down sand

through a child’s open

hands.

You settle in to

purring,

pure and soundly

content.

You have pondered

all there is;

there is only one

Sun.

It rises up high in

the morning,

Then bows out softly

when it's done.