Safe from Storm

Here we are again, 

me and my small black cat.

She is licking her tail,

one leg stuck up high

beside her head …

now she is scratching

briskly behind an ear.

We are in our garden.

It is not yet wet,

but rain threatens to fall

from the closing-in sky.

Everything is still, in a dead

pause, as if fetching

power out of the air.

As without, not within!

I give her a pat,

watch her uncoil.

We know, by and by

the sky will rain hard,

make thunder. But, watching,

by then we’ll be inside our door.

She is enough companion

to soothe my heart

and keep it sweetly full.

I hope that also I

fulfil her deepest need.

Contentment is catching,

I trust, for me and for her.