watching the sun soak into her soft coat
her eyes squint closed, pure contentedness
quiet breaths include purrs
as if enjoying the warmth is exquisite pleasure itself
–perhaps it is
they say find the sunny spot, the sunny side
cats have a compass to do just that
in my mind’s eye I see my departed cat dozing in the winter sun
with stripes rarely seen on his inky coat
only visible when he soaked up rays
feels like a secret gift I recall on bad days
the sagacious bee 