“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Guard Cat

Late night, busy morning.
I take an afternoon nap.

Immediately she’s on the bed
beside me as always, but not
purring, not settling to rest.

Head up, ears cocked, 
she’s on guard.
But against what?

I wake later to flashes of light
and violent thunder-claps.















Written for Writing Ourselves Alive, week 1: Curiosity

7 comments:

  1. I don't think I could have slept through such alarm! Amazing picture. Together with the words, my pulse quickened.

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    1. It was really my camera flash gone wrong, taken before the storm, but in hindsight I thought it looked like lightning.

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  2. My cat would have been under the covers at the first hint of thunder!

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    1. Yes, when it actually got here she went under the dining table for the duration.

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  3. A wonderful photo. They always know ahead of time. How Pup abhorred thunder.

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    1. She does too, and always hides under the table when it finally arrives. An intelligent choice of safe place, I think. My old cats, Levi and Freya, used to love storms, and always insisted on watching through the open door.

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  4. They can hear and feel the unsettled air, even if the storm is still a way off. Well captured moment.

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