A Love Poem

It's raining outside
And we've decided to make
a meaningful evening of it
We are very serious - both of us
Though we allow ourselves
Sweet sidelong glances

I pull myself a chair
and he leaps to it
'It's not for you,' I frown.
He vacates pronto, and picks
an odd spot on the floor.
Together we hear the squirrel's song
and watch the trembling leaves.

Really, he's watching all that
and I am watching him.
He's still very young
and so fascinated by it.
As the rain chuckles at us
and the wind pushes us closer,
he sends out a faint 'meow'
and looks at me to add my bit.