A view from on high,

the passing storm left a rain

wet street, clear blue sky,

and refracted light

skimming across the surface

of puddles, so slight

a shimmer, a cat

glares with suspicion and risks

a tentative pat

before taking a

drink, slowly, deliberately,

then making its way

weaving a keen path

tween pedestrian puddles

who chatter and laugh

then walk down the street,

eyes on the cellphone as they

wonder where to eat

and how to manage

it without ending up too

late for the menage

meeting in the break

room, the hum of fluorescent

light, Stale Cupcakes,

and rainfall again

blowing against the windows

the sidewalks, to send

the cat running home,

to suffer master's love with

such a gentle comb.