The storm passed,

a great storm,

full of violence and majesty

Clouds breaking, a little

Sun peaking through shining in patches of gold

It seems but a moment...

There in a golden spotlight she sits

Regal, head held high

Surveying her domain

Satisfied, she shakes out her coat,

smoothing its surface

Interrupted by a sound, she stands and looks

Seeking the source. Finding none,

Settling back to ground

Coat showing shades of red, cream, and brown

Artfully arranged, almost glowing in the light.

Soon, another noise.

Rising gracefully.

Looking at the source.

Then regally walking out of the spot

Head high, with a whip of her bushy tail,

she disappears into the shadows.

For a few moments,

She was the Queen of the back yard.