but when the adopted kitten
that sassy teenaged cat
leaps to my bed and noses into my hand
and scents my laptop
like she's doing now
i suddenly have a much stronger affinity for felines.
she stepped on the dog, too, and she growled
saying get off me
and my sweet kitty did.
she's gone already
a flying leap to the chair to scent my camisole
and now she's gone
a blizzard of gray tabby markings
and judgmental green eyes
she blows the snow into ridges
she is the dust of the desert in the snow of the mountains
swirling and carried by the wind
to land in awkwardly shaped drifts
and break branches because of unfortunate dispersal
she is sastrugi.