Periwinkle's Purr, Two

It’s spring – a rising warming hums, expands
On Susan’s day and sings through her and more:

Grass, leaves, flowers, bees, each understands,

While in the singing skies the songbirds soar.

And so she chose a wispy flowered frock,

And chose a parasol, flip-flops, straw hat,

And is about to set out on her walk,

When there she sees her purring waiting cat.

For Periwinkle sits beside his bell

Upon the table where Sue keeps her keys;

His purrs of course had helped her in the spell

That banished winter in a magic breeze.

Outside, Sue thinks, “This heat has too much bite,

But we’ll adjust the spell first thing midnight.”