Underneath a Twisting Tree

Today the sun slept,

Enveloped in clouds.

No warmth from above today.

A cat with a fluffy tail

Sat underneath a twisting tree,

Looking upward—

Perhaps wondering where

The sky fire was.

Maybe it wondered if the clouds

Tasted as they looked. 


It seemed curious, as it rested

Under the leafless branches.

Its fur, colored and swirled 

Like chocolate and peanut butter.

I wish the cat looked my way.

It seemed too busy looking

For the missing sun.