The storm cat arrived last night
yowling over the roof tops,
hissing on my skylights
as I tried to sleep below.He rattled the chimney flue
and prowled stealthily over the tiles,
unsheathed claws scratching,
fishy breath blowing
through every nook and crevice.He swished his tail
back and forth,
back and forth,
as I waited for him to pounce.
Cornwall in Colours 
Before I read the poem I busy trying to see a cat in your picture!!! What a fabulous poem, but not sure I want the storm cat here if that is what it sounds like.
Kept me awake most of the night, I was convinced the roof would blow off! You’ll not see the cat. He is black. Naturally 😀
Obviously!
Yikes! Great poem, Jude 😊
Thank you Sue. Sometimes words just enter my head and whilst I was lying awake listening to the wind I just thought of a cat on the prowl.
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Brilliant imagery, Jude. Highly original too. A storm cat.
My neighbour has two black cats that stroll through my garden. For some reason I thought of them as the wind howled around my head.
I very creative thought too.
Love this poem, Jude. Brilliantly written. Storm cats don’t often come here, thank goodness. 🙂
Thanks Sylvia, glad you like it.
Bravo! 🙂 🙂 Sorry about the sleepless night.
Better than all that snow where we used to live!
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That cat must have relatives here, except they like to come out in the afternoon and give us a blast. Great photo and poem Jude. I hope you don’t get too many visits from the cat.
I am sure there are many storm cats in the world. Luckily, like all cats, they spend a lot of time sleeping 🙂
Fantastic imagery in the poem and photo Jude. At least laying awake worrying gave you inspiration. It gave me shivers, I would worry about the roof too
It really felt as though something was trying to get in, I was convinced that the roof would fly off.
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I’m very glad you had a sleepless night. Look what it produced. That poem is perfect. I’m curious. Did you hold it in your head, or get up and write it down? The poem was so good I didn’t even look at the photo. More sleepless nights please – or poems without sleepless nights!!!!
I had several lines in my head – the hissing on the skylights and the unsheathed claws. The rest I wrote once I was up. I have been known to write in the middle of the night though 🙂
For all that hissing wind, I’m relieved to hear you avoided a cat-astrophe.
Haha… nice one Steve 🙂
Well done, both poem and photo! The poem reminds me of Frank Prem’s work — do you know of his blog?
No I don’t. I tend to follow photographers.