Birth In Storm

So storms the night wind through the vane Summoning the sounds of howling beasts Assailing all that stands above and tall Like chimney tops and stately green pines Will not reveal the source of crashing down Until the break of dawn and cloudless sky They venture forth to survey the havoc done Sun rising like nothing in the dawn amiss. At first all seems well to the roving eye Until closer inspection finds a neighbor’s cat Hunkered down beneath the lower portico Having given birth to seven yellow tabbies Unalarmed by the threats of recent hail And nursing contentedly at mother’s breasts. Written April 21, 2021 N/A "All Yours" Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand