Smile by Lynn White
It was the purr she heard first,
so loud it was almost a growl.
But a dog up a tree?
No, she knew that would be mad!
So she wasn’t surprised to see a cat
when she looked up
and wasn’t surprised to see it smiling.
She expected it to be happy with so loud a purr.
You must be pleased to see me, she thought,
watching it stretch and sleepily curl.
She felt sleepy too and curled like the cat.
And they dreamed smiley dreams.
And then she heard a crash as the branches broke
and the cat landed heavily in her lap.
She was bruised, battered, broken.
Then she woke
the cat had disappeared.
Only the smile remained.
And that weighed nothing at all.
© 2019 Lynn White
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Vagabond Press, Light Journal and So It Goes Journal.
Find Lynn at: lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com