Interruption

Recumbent upon bare-branched clematis

drenched in late autumn sun

and draped over the tall wooden fence,

she lifts her head with disdain

to discern the source of annoyance

and disturbance interrupting

her ruminations on the likelihood

of attack from back or front

from three-legged tiger-striped tom

or long-haired ginger lady

and on her chances of ever catching

one of those pesky sky-flying birds

while also keeping in mind

the possibility of soon-appearing food.

     And they say cats are lazy!

          © Valerie Laura

          10 June 1997