Love and Circumstance

I upward rose to break my fast
and while away the morning
walking with my first and last—
when nature sounded warning.
Thunder rolled in unannounced
by rain or darkened skies;
my love in feline fashion pounced
upon the chance to stay inside.
And now I stare through dirty glass
while nature, bright and dry,
is singing through the hours that pass
before the storm arrives—
indifferent to our sacred dance,
the tug of love and circumstance.