Rip Van Whiskers

by Mary E. Lowd

Upon waking from her nap
—so long, so restful—
The cat’s eyes blink
She sees trees where shrubs were
Thickets in the clearings
Daisies now cover her coat like a quilt
Flowers have grown and wilted
All during the span
Of a single cat nap

Seasons have passed
Since her nap began

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