Dry Warm Place

Is war all we know?

~

Cat and chicks seek their dry-warm places

On this damp-cool morning.

Cat crawls on a willing lap

Knowing that this sure safe spot

Requires claws to be withdrawn

Simple comfort and safety call for such concession.

The cat is willing, for a peaceful nap.
~

Chicks scuttle and scurry,

Peeps tumbling like little penguins,

Five, maybe three days old,

They already know that the hen

Will spread her wings and sit motionless

Offering the safety of her brood patch

Longer than she might like; she’s hungry…

But driven by some other greater desire

She gives

To save from harm these small lives.

~

Still seated

The lap and cat

Both gaining mutual warmth,

Sharing a quiet moment

Extending a meditation,

Breathing slowly, harmoniously

Watching the chicks and the morning

Unfold,

Perhaps knowing

That peace can happen in every moment.