Ever Ready Reverie
The way a cat sleeps shows the way we need
To live. It lies there certainly and calm,
A firmness in its purpose, like a seed
Prepared for any chances like a palm
Or oak, a sunny palm tree curved in grace
With strength, a younger oak preparing for
A storm. The cat loves dozing with her face
Tucked into paws but, sleeping in her more
Than quietude, there lurks a forceful will
With teeth and keenest snarling zeal to strike.
Her dreaming claws themselves are rhymed with kill
And power. The soft and fierce are both alike.
..Awakened, she is instantly alive
….To harms and struggling mice life might contrive.