A fat gray cat, crouched on a cloud,
licks from a dust bowl in the sky.
Lightning spills like milk waiting
For a rough tongue, licking.
A giant cat-tail swishes, brushing
the firmament while a coughed-up,
fur-ball rolls like a tumbleweed.
across heaven’s highway.
The sound of a cat-scratching can be heard
in the deep throats of wind and thunder.
© Alice Parris