Waiting with patience for the scent,
the cat sat there calm and intent.
Eyes focused and breathing content;
she did not wonder what this meant.
Alone in the dark, poised for the pounce
waiting for the prey to announce,
she did not care who would renounce.
For mercy brings a happy bounce.
Alertly she ponders her nought;
but does not organize her thought:
the universal truth is not sought,
health and wellness cannot be bought.
Life continues thanks to tussle.
Undisturbed by other’s bustle,
she knows not to move a muscle;
but ready for the slightest rustle.
She holds firmly death’s dissonance’
and then shared life’s ripe resonance.
Thus blessed by her natural stance
happily she dances the dance.