Cat-like it arches up its back
on tufted feet it crawls
nibbling on leaf and bud
until its belly bulges.
Falling into sated sleep
it curls into a woven shawl
Beneath the sun, beneath the moon
’til dawning comes, it yawning wakes
shakes off its crusty cloak and soars
on rainbow wings.
Today’s prompt: a poem that is a riddle.