Jetsters exploits with the wind

Exasperated by it all
It blows me off my feet
The tousled grass stems
The violent gusts
It really does unseat
All the possibilities in me
When it blows
A downdraught
And a crosswind A waft a whiff
Who knows
Inspiration respiration
A huffing puffing pose

Tempestuous blown this way
Then that way, but I can
Almost be picked up and flying
The hum the roar no plan
Just being in the slip stream
Pumped up and inflated by
The moisture driven fluidity
That almost makes me cry

Low down among the grasses
The portability
Almost feeling weightless
Underweight and free
In the world of nature
It’s tangibility
I am flesh and blood
And all things cat
I leap excitedly

Prostration lying low
Creep and crawl
And suddenly haul
Triple jump and hopTo be alive
To swallow dive
To run until I stop

And mum comes bounding after me
I can hear her heart
Every revolution
A whirlwind at the start
She’s chasing, we are racing
Such a frequency
I will let her think she is catching
Up
Her warm hands are on me

Affectionate she is that
Her true vivacity
Exciting in me rapture
Our game is fabulously
Free
Me feeling every little twinge
And electricity

This mornings air cold to the touch
Exhilaration overcomes
Euphoria so much to life
The exercise the wavering belief
Running away and leaping
The indulgence and relief
I will follow her go in now
A snuggle may be do
Some biscuits and some soup ha ha
My Blessings coming true.