Autumn's Step

Leaves roll from a lazy flick of Autumn’s paw,

the fluffed-up tail sways from side to side 

like dark tree branches against a pale sky.

The constant rustling carries his hiss

as the wind strokes his fur. 

Autumn, blotted brown, orange and black,

lies on the back step, eyes half open.

He listens to the purr of heaters inside 

and the crackling spits of lit fires.

A winter chill pricks his skin

and he curls himself up tighter.

What he will do when winter comes;

retreat to the warmth indoors

or stand his ground on the back step.