I Felt a Feline Up Above

I felt a feline up above--
A carnival of fur--
With which my sense or lack thereof
Obligingly concurred--

It raced across and brushed my knee--
With silent pensive gaze--
While thrushes sang upon a tree
The songs of better days.

The trout danced inside a lake,
The sun was burning bright--
And I was perfectly awake
With jubilant delight.

This day was like no other day--
In verdant pageantry--
Like lavish landscapes of Monet
And poems of Emily.

And then I came to understand
The soul's furtive aim--
To light a candle on a stand
With everlasting flame.

              August 9, 2017
         --Alexander Shaumyan