Copyright by Merle R. Berry 1996
Storm
The rising wind beats a rude tattoo
On the window
Like an unwanted guest
Demanding to be let in.
Rattling the panes and
Jiggling the door,
Its fury assaults our solitude.
Our sleep is uneasy
As we turn over Restless,
And hunch deeper
Into our dreams.
Alone, the cat sits
Motionless and stares out
The black window.
Only her tail twitches slightly.
Her eyes shine back from
The cold glass
Like green candles.
In silent communion with
The gale outside,
The cat watches
And listens,
At one with the night.