Finis Coronat Opus

Roaring cataract, like thunder, Rushing over cliffs there yonder, Crashing like the cymbals in a mythic symphony unseen, Down on rocks beneath the surface,  Where observe the people, speechless, As the waters powerful descend from heights that touch the sky. Zeus’ thunder hardly touches now  The labors of Poseidon, As the rivers down he pours upon the shoals of granite; lo Gods of sea and firmament do meet upon this cataract As it roars, forevermore. Photo: Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada

Basking in the patch of sun Beneath the window pane, Laid at ease, a care for none,  This warm and balmy day; On the well-worn rug there lies A dozing tabby cat, Unaware that sunny sky’s Beyond a window, latched. But cares the cat for nothing; see, Her whiskers twitch at length, And how her paws start suddenly At rabbits in her dreams? So hours pass, and lazily The cat begins to stir As sunlight through the window gleams Upon her tabby fur.