Stray

Startled by a gentle sound and
shaken from my dead-eyed stare
at untouched work on a laptop display
gone overcast, unnoticed

Something paws insistently at
the closed window at my back
and drawing aside the curtain I see
a slinking storm cozied up to screen

When I crack the window it
fills the room, winding through
the legs of my desk chair,
slate-blue fur soft to the touch

It leaps up into my lap, bodily
obscuring my laptop, now asleep,
and the heavy purring of the clouds
lulls me to follow close behind