About Betty
She is not so much a kitten as a weather-vane
studying stillness through quartered panes
from a swollen sill while I’m at my desk, coding
in silence, awaiting the turn of weather.
She leaps to my lap; invites my hand to collapse
her coil, purring softly. I can’t help but notice
the soothing sound of her notes; a timely breeze
gently fluttering unfurled by the patient Monarch.
68 Words
5/24/17
Submitted for: One of Five – Seventy Words or Less
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2017
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