My Buddy above the tree tops...

My boon companion basks on cushions, bench,
surveys the scene from seventh heaven's heights
and deigns to dream as atmospherics drench
his creature craves and earthy appetites.
As birds are winging round about his sights,
but out of reach of either man or beasts,
his dinner’s served at six, while some hawks’ flights
clutch creatures in their claws for evening’s feasts.
There's one! The tail and tiny feet append
and air beneath—enough to make me cry--
but my feline’s both predator and friend
so knows the need to eat shows some must die.
There’s balance there, like on my balcony --
Best harness puss, in case, for company.

© Helga Ross 2006