The winds silent
I open a newspaper with a cup of chai
the orange kitten rises in a chariot of flames
The once-forgotten seedling stirs once again

The winds whistling
I gaze out my window looking at the swaying grass
The orange kitten jumps on the windowsill
Bears awaken leaving behind the bliss of sleep

The winds howling
I sit on the deck as I drink my tea
The orange kitten drooping toward the horizon
Rabbits scurry away hurriedly

The winds screaming
The syncopated rhythm of the shutters keeps me awake
The orange cat calmly sleeping, ignorant
Trees adorn themselves with beautiful hues