Let's see what the cat can do today by restraining himself to one picture at his bay. I know that is a feat in and of itself when the cat sees such things on the dVerse shelf. But let's prove the theory of one picture can say a thousand words before the cat goes to chase down those birds.
A path's design created through each step.
The stationed trees serving as prep.
Marking the blind with a nudge,
There to show and not to judge.
Discernible meaning lost to all,
Caught in their own thought squall.
Yet as the trees stand as a pair,
Two shadows distinguish their flare.
Seemingly alone they walk,
Worlds apart and taking stock.
The breeze of a slight detection,
The water's same yet different reflection.
Wandering minds weigh the depth below,
Confined to wondering over the glow.
Forgetting what goes on above,
Finally ready to leap and love?
To pass through trunks and take the leap,
Forever wading in the deep.
Or turn back and never know,
Rippling away the reflection below.
The dawning of the poles light,
Does not beckon into the night.
It's presence not known,
Leaving you to set the tone.
The mist rises and surrounds,
Daring two to test their bounds.
Before it encroaches upon each,
Both no longer in the others reach.
Leaves changing with the coming season,
Giving forth another reason.
For they can wither with the snow,
But will return to grow.
Such luxury escapes the pairing,
Do or die or continue staring.
Left to nothing but their own daring,
Whether to wither or grow their caring.
Unprepared for life's curve,
Biting on their final nerve,
Wrestling loose any strife,
The barren path now void of life.
The mist fully assuming control,
For all but a certain pole.
A light shines as if sent from above,
Took the chance to leap and love?
Well that was not exactly one thousand words from the cat but he will surely make up for that the next time The Gawker comes to his mat. For now that is what came out and I leave it a bit to your own mind so don't shout. Now the cat is through being all lovey dovey and nice he has to go work on zombie feet to add some spice. So for this month that was my profound pass and now we'll go back to the regularly scheduled programming of my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.