Under the Willow Tree

UNDER THE WILLOW TREE

It was a magical day,
a day to be out at play.
He was bathing in the pool,
splashing about in the cool.
water, without a care in the world.
He hadn’t noticed her curled
up beneath the willow tree.
He was just happy to be free,
and his happiness announcing
he started joyfully singing.

It was a magical day,
a day that was going her way.
She seemed peacefully sleeping,
but with one eye ever peeping,
watching the birds come and 
go, waiting for them to stand
at the water’s edge as they shook
waterlogged wings, Then she took
her chance for pouncing,
and started carefully springing.

It was a magical day
and I am glad to say
that the bird flew away
and the cat went off flouncing
with her tail crossly swinging.