I sit outside in the cool,
in the rain and lazy thunder,
under the wide overhang
of the back verandah.
My companion stretches and shifts
on his blanket, attempting calm.
But his sister was the brave cat.
Without her, he's uneasy.
So we come inside from thunder
and spraying, pelting rain.
I like all that -- but he, I guess, has no need
to prove himself to me. He knows
I am very tender of him, I won't
challenge or scorn or compete.
Instead I usher him in, get him settled.
Then I find me a spot on the front verandah.
I see him through the flywire
draping himself inside the door,