Harley May

Composed 8/10/13
Description: Inspired by one of my two cats, and the commotion she caused a few mornings ago.

The living embodiment
Of that old cliché
Bolts up the stairs
At the door’s merest sway
But a hunter of hands
When the winds are calm
Hundred sounds then emitting
From the urging of your palm
At night most frisky
Jumping dresser to stand
For a few more strokes
Knocking frames and lamps
That fall then exploding
When the sun is still gone
Then dashing back down
As we wake in alarm