Spring
The wind caresses my face
As if to wake me from my daze.
My eyes flutter to the garden maze.
I stay sat up to meet the sun's gaze,
Not of a beast to meet agaze
But of a butterfly yet to figure out its day.
The butterfly yet to amaze
On the flower meant to stay.
Wait a while, Wait.
The time to meet at the horizon's gate.
I never frolic through a land's plain.
Rather to brush up and race
Through my beloved's embrace.
Pitter patter, pitter patter, I race
Across to my best mate
I purr and my tail entangles a leg set in place,
An enchanting time of forever fate
To be etched in memory of a garden down a lane.
Not one but many memroies never to fade
Of a time in the year met in a cheerful place,
Always for a spring cat's playful daze.
Copyright © Jaclyn Mulvaney | Year Posted 2025
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