when the clouds of spring cover the sky in grey blur, are they soft as cat’s fur?
when yellow dust blows, the cat curls up and hides her nose; yellow fur and soft paws
cloudy spring – like a cat it’s moody and changeable, and still beautiful
the cat turns into a ball when she gets the memo of east wind coming through
when the cat hears news of light snow sieved from above – she knows to snuggle up