Cats wander in and out of the barn, exploring,
pounce on anything that moves, grass, dried leaves in the wind
They find positions best suited for soaking in whatever sun appears
meander down the road, not in any particular hurry
there is always time to do nothing at all
They seem to enjoy slivers of Spring breaking through
and I too rejoice knowing seasons will change
cleaning away excess clutter, seeking order from chaos
clearing away so that new may come.
For I am about to do something new.
See, I have already begun!
Do you not see it?