A Sunday Poem: “Sleeping Through The Hurricane –“


My cat

sleeps through the hurricane.


Undisturbed by

150 miles-per-hour gusts that

shake houses,

bring down trees,

plunge half a city into darkness.


TV screen is filled with


emergency crews,



Her head on her paws;

eyes closed;

ear occasionally twitches.


Her inner peace


the calm of her breathing



I should have known the drill by know.


She slept through the Russian invasion to Crimea,

the refugee crisis in Syria,

even the marriage of William and Kate.


I soon catch up with her,

snuggle by her side with a tea and a blanket,

switch to the Comedy Network.


(Editor’s note: poet Shai Ben-Shalom, an Israeli-born biologist, examines current events in the Blacklock’s tradition each and every Sunday)

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