Such vivid, multi coloured dreams that swish and swirl
As she rests at night her work is only just beginning
For as much as she tries to turn away her eyes from the impending storm
They take on a will of their own
Draw her back to where they demand her vision be trained
Momentarily, she sees only a wave, spray from the sea
Her mind clearing, stubborn heart softening she watches from within
And for the first time she sees , where it was hidden in plain sight
The seagulls call out warnings to one another ‘stay back’
Braver souls scream, screech and carry on their daily battle
With the cat in hiding
No ordinary feline that sits on the window seat purring
She is the cat who can calm, charm the storm cat
Making him over into the kitten he was many moons ago
While one lonely seagull sits on a cliff side,
Unsure of what he did so wrong that he is punished by loneliness
Till the time they both take their eternal rest
But will they ? Their memories linger after they depart the earth
You may see them around the village
One flying higher than possible for a gull
The other singing calming, hypnotic lullabies to the storm cat.
©Ailsa Cawley Poetry 2015
*This is a compilation and tribute to the books Jonathan Livingston Seagull and The Mousehole Cat by Richard Bach and Antonia Barber/Nicola Bayley respectively*
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