that the latest downpour has formed,
the sky lies looking up,
trees shake their leafless boughs
in the shivering water.
The lake shimmers
with sequins of sun
and the trees sway
as if saying,
”no, no, not today….”
At the lake’s edge,
a grey cat stalks,
his tail hanging down,
tip twitching, almost touching the water.
He looks as if he is walking in the sky.