Winter Brings Soft Beautiful Stars Falling From Above,
Descending Onto Our Plain Angle,
Covering Our Possessions And Materials.
The Sun Shows Us How They Sparkle,
With His Rays He Cradles Them,
Making The Wonderous Sight My Own.
I Watch My Feline Leer And Swivel,
Her Gaze Of Mother’s Bravura,
Heals And Calms