Look! Up there. CATBEAR!

Catbear on the Hillside

 
On the steep hill behind my house
I’ll see a squirrel, a bird, a mouse
Today I felt something awry
Two giant orbs I did spy
 
A catbear peers suspiciously
Is he, is he looking at me
in this leafy green green sea?
Leaves are water, wind makes waves
Sprouts arise from seeded graves
Shrub, weeds, birch and oak
Hide him in his verdant cloak
 
Not a sound had I heard
No mammal grunts or raucous bird
Beyond the rustle of leaves
This vision was a lovely tease
 
It was the dance of light and dark
In our backyard steep hill park
Each day, or night this gift I see
My eyes, and nature teasing me
 
 

Last week of May 2022 © j. m. frase-white