Thirst

A small pink tongue

Laps. The water splashes,

Drops fall to the floor.

The heat drives her speed

To get more. In and out,

The pinkness goes. Her thirst

Has been quenched. She is joyful.

You can tell because her tail

Isn’t shaking from anger anymore.

She gets up. She walks.

A poem to my cat…written while she was drinking from her water bowl.