I have decided to join my cat

in growling at the storm.

We both know when it is coming.

I don’t know if she feels the same

pain behind the temple,

or whether her whiskers

quiver barometrically;

we look at one another. I try

to whisper reassuring quietnesses.

She doesn’t believe in my ability

to shield her from the loud, piercing

lightness of the sky.

She is not wrong. So I

have decided to join her.

I shall set my ears and turn my back

and let the falling pressure know

the depths of my displeasure.

I shall growl at the roaring thunder,

snarl at the lightning, flashing my teeth.