by Ethel Mortenson Davis
A great cat
stretches her
elongated muscles
in the morning light,
sending a yawn
rippling along
her wiry body,
paying little attention
to the scurrying ants
on her ground.
Terra
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fourwindowspress 
🙂 I love the cat that ignores the ants…
Cats feel far too lofty to concern themselves with ants!
No being can stretch like a cat does! I love that she’s ignoring the ants – cats are above such creatures.
Gorgeous capture Ethel!
Ethel, the cat in your poem reminds me of my cat, Belle, who is long and slender and who stretches and yawns just like that cat.
Beautiful capture in words, Ethel, I love the imagery in this. 🙂
such realism !
A few moments before reading this, Ethel, I watched one of my cats yawn and stretch, so totally in the effortlessness of doing so…as this wonderful poem captures perfectly!
the earth is a cat! Love Ethel
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I was going to ask if it was the earth, given the name…”Terra.” I lovely yet frightening metaphor for we ants.