One small tear in a screen

One quilt stuffed between the window

And the screen to cover the tear

Until it could be repaired

Add one large black cat

Badly in need of a nap.

The screen tears,

The quilt slides

The cat glides

On his flying quilt

Lands on the ground

With a thump.

Shakes his head

“Now that was some Dream”

he said.

Looks around

And says  “maybe Not!”

I’m flying Free!

He heads to the garden

Digs in the dirt

Hears a loud noise

And beats feet to hide

‘Neath the nearest bush.

Papa calls,  Mama calls

No answer

Shelters called, Craigs List Ad

Neighbors on the lookout

Several hours later

A knock on the door

“think I know  where he

is from the neighbor guy.

Sure enough

Green eyes peer out

From under the bush

Picked up by PaPa

In good shape

From his

Flying quilt trip

He flies to the food dish

And  then settles in for a nap.

Susan Bergeron

October 5, 2010