Surrounded by Nouns – Flower-to-Flower

The black tip of her tail moves with a repetitive force. A rhythmic slapping on the living room couch indicates that she is agitated. Her eyes are wide and alert. A sassy meow implies that she does not want to be pet. But why? Her gaze is set on the scene outside. Outside where the wind is blowing and the rain is pouring. Surely she is more comfortable in here. Next to her stuffed mouse, limp and ready for action to be placed upon it. Why doesn’t she express interest? It emanates with the herbal smell of catnip. A smell that tempts her wild. But she is indifferent. What is her deal? I pour out a bucket of toys in front of her face. A ball that chimes when touched, a bouquet of feathers on a string that wiggle when set into motion, and a rubber chicken that squawks when squeezed. Though her gaze does not falter. She is bored and I try to put her perspective into mine.

Like a cat, I scan the house with curiosity searching for an entertaining moment. How would she see it?

The pictures on the wall are still.

The couch exists with inertness.

A blanket sits on a chair, displaying the last position it was forced into.

Rugs lay on the floor.

On the shelves, books wait to be read.

Trinkets prop frozen on the fireplace mantle.

No wonder she is bored. Surrounded by lifeless nouns and stagnant verbs.

When the sun emerges from behind the busy clouds and the rain reduces to a sprinkle,

she runs to the door and fills her meow with a hopeful demand. An eager demand.

I meet it.

She perches herself on the porch and watches.

Cardinals chirp and zip through the sky.

Oak leaves rustle with the changing wind.

A cicada vibrates an electric buzz.

Flurries of gnats float up from the drying grass.

A moth hovers in a sunbeam and a bumblebee hops from flower-to-flower.

Outside she lets the motion of life fill her soul. Nurturing verbs and significant nouns.