After Rain

It must have rained; the path
Is puddles every bit.
A blackbird takes a bath,
And there’s no stopping it.

And sparrows pause to drink
At butts filled to the top.
I find it strange to think
I didn’t hear a drop.

And then there’s one thing more
Which happened while I slept:
In through the open door,
A tabby kitten crept,

Its motive all too plain:
To get out of the rain.

Photo by Basil Smith on Unsplash

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