National Poetry Month, V. 7.0, Day 5

So, sometimes, I am in a somber mood, or a peaceful one, or a playful one.  Today's entry is a true story of how my morning went.  As I was prepping to head out the door, I sat for a moment or two, and my little cat came up to me and dropped her string.  This is just about the clearest invitation there is - outside of her chirping at me (yes, cats can chirp) - to play.  This cat LOVES her string, and she loves to play with people.  I think the string is simply more amusing to her when its interactive, and really, who can blame her??  At any rate, all she wanted today was just to play for a couple minutes.  So we played, and it reminded me of just how simple solutions can be, sometimes.  And that is when the following poem was born.  Enjoy, and as always -

Thanks for reading.

Me

fishing for...

i cast the line out,
trying to get that perfect roll,
where it lays out just so, 
and it looks like the fly on the end just fell there,
presenting itself to the creature lying in wait,
just out of sight.

i start to pull back on the line.

swiftly moving,
the strike comes,
the line goes taught,
the weight on the other end pulls
and i hang on to pull it in.

and the sheer joy on her face 
reminds me that it's the simple things
that matter most,
a simple act of playing a game,
with a rumble-tumble ball of fur
who brought me her string this morning,
so i could go fishing for kittens in my living room.