Holidays

Under the shade of
the tall wide tree
the black and white cat
stretches, luxuriates in
the undergrowth’s cool air.

Soon he strolls to his
nest in sunny tall grass
to warm himself as
light breezes cool him.

His sharp ears hear
a familiar car engine
coming up the road.
Rushing to the place where
it always stops near the
front door he is there
when it stops, weaves round
the ankles that step out
on to the concrete.

He is fed for the day
he’s glad for that but
his family is gone
he’s a home alone cat
he misses them all
this place is so quiet.

Holidays

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