A curious cat wanders through a field
on a cool, clear spring day
as the Sun moves past its peak,
shining beams of life-giving light
down upon me as I sit and observe the scene.
There must have been a picnic earlier,
as I see the cat stop and nibble on a cookie,
perhaps a ginger snap
which personally I would prefer in the fall
along with some pumpkin dip,
but I am no expert in the palate of a cat.
Beautiful goldenrod surrounds it all,
increasing in pulchritude as it perfectly
catches the firey Sun's light.
Inspired, I rise to my feet
and light a match.
The Sun desires fire
as do I.
I drop the flame;
the cat flees.
The flowers transform
into licks of red,
of orange and yellow,
more magnificent than ever
in their last moments.
The remaining evidence of that picnic
surely is burnt to a crisp,
and I relish in its destruction.
As for me,
I do not move.
The Sun desires fire,
and so I shall become.
The cat may have gone away,
but someday it too shall be part of the fire
she and I together gone.