In the abbey,
over the arch
with the hooded fleur-de-lis at its apex,
is the Nun Clock.
The black arms,
the white tips which circle the numbers,
turn time French,
and the cat--whose favorite is quatre,
speaks the mother tongue both rough and sweet.
La chatte is at the heart of everything I care about,
and she is the darling of the abbey,
unconcerned and calm
as the Nun Clock chimes these poems--
Ma soeur, je t'aime, je t'aime toujours...
For Mama Zen. Words Count. 80 words on the button.