A whole wall of windows to the southeast of
the house allows the sun abundant access
to a green-serene, high-ceilinged room
where trapezoids of light fall on the carpet
and invite the family animals to bask.
Here comes the dog, in search of parking space.
Being of great size–no sunny patch
will be quite large enough–she is obliged to spin
until her blind man’s buff causes
the twirl itself to choose if head or rump
will lie in shade. Dog decision made,
the girl cat sidles perilously close,
squints left, then right, then nonchalantly
stretches to a lounging mass of legs and fluff.
The boy cat, all noblesse oblige,
takes his reserved, tacitly acknowledged place.
Drawn to their warm, imaginary blankets
spread upon the floor, these beloved creatures
bring to mind the worshipful habitués
of côte d’azur, cote d’or. As the sun reaches
they respond, grab on, luxuriate
and , for this brief moment, even teach.
Should a phone call come for any one of them
I’ll say they are away, gone to the beach.