Curious cats crouch on the window sill
Watching unwaveringly through the glass
As blue birds fly by.
Curious cats are
Almost two headed in a sensitive sense,
Still alert and aware
Of the running, rotten rats behind them.
Rain races onto the porch
Hitting hard like
Rockets rushing in a race to the glass.
Rattling rain, rattling the window panes.
The droplets dance daintily
Until they cleverly connect in
A pool of promise for a rainbow.
Leaping Lions leap after lengthy naps.
They sleepily stretch strong appendages
To prepare properly for the precious hunt.
Young, youthful lions
Gallop gallantly on the grassland plains.
Then they too sleep serenely after strenuous stretching.
The wonderful wind whistles
Repeated reminders throughout the day
Telling tales of what is coming
Predicting and preparing us to pray.
The wise wind sometimes whispers
The secrets that have been secretly hid.