When the sun shines like a ripe orange
They disappear like morning dew
I can’t find them anywhere
If not all, at least a few
I don’t see them on my rack
Not under it, or on my bed
Not in the shade of the flower pots
Nor in the shadow of the garden shed
I checked even the rooftop
The ashes in the old wood hearth
I walked around the house three times
My foot prints even made a path
But as the sun went down in dusk
When the sky turned pink, then abendrot
I think I saw a shadow peep
With a hush I saw some tiptoes trot
One then two, three Oh! Four seven eight
They showed themselves in a magic show
The evening brought all the felines out
But in bright sun where do they go?
~R ✨