Steeped in silence
At six in the morning
Across bright lights
From a nearby field,

Seagulls land on the ground
Before leaping into the air
In a circular pattern
Leaving nothing
But feathers in the mist,

And the tapping of my paw
On the window. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Wrote for our younger cat, Roxy.

The prompt for this poem came from Jo Bell's excellent

52 poems blog which you are given a prompt weekly

to write a poem on. It's a excellent idea and recommended.

http://fiftytwopoetry.wordpress.com/)