The feline in me
lying atop the hill
overseeing all
her coat groomed fine
her muscles pulled taut
her ears poised and ready
a heavy breeze flows through
and darkened clouds roll in
pushing up slowly
stretching
she stands strong and proud
to read her brown eyes is
to see the whole story
to see through her eyes
is to see into her soul.
This is where her true story is
this is where her power lies
this is where her true joy is found.
This is the true anguish.
For the lightning
the rain
the wind
there is nothing compared
to the battle within her.