Winter coat

Rosemary  grows by my  old wooden bench
The various cats will gather  there at dusk
They wail in unison as if bereft
And in the moonlight their eyes amber spark.

The day is grey and dull and very still
I search for warmer clothes  and stouter shoes
The rain hangs over with a hint of hail
As if the gods of heaven leave a clue.

Silence can be menacing, unkind
But when at peace I love its fuller charm
Yet I have all my senses, am not blind
And in my mind, I feel an ideal calm

I hid my winter coat  to make  more space
Yet now I cannot find  a single trace

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