The Cat

There. Resting in the shade

afforded by the overgrown

shrubbery, tumbledown house,

watching with the carefulness

such patience rewards, caring

nothing for the history that

has led to such ruin, our

passing, waiting out the noon-

tide of our days. The one

observes the other, knowing

names, labels, and if the

searing heat of day then the

balm too of a Buck Moon casting

a more forgiving light over

the fullness of the valley,

its subtle pace stalking the

darker night of both our dreams.

About the Author

J.M. Summers was born and still lives in South Wales. Previous publication credits include Poetry Wales. Another Country from Gomer Press and various other magazines / anthologies. The former editor of a number of small press magazines, he is currently working on his first collection.