N - Nanna's Angel. Poem by Gillian.E. Shaw

One day my Nanna said to me
she'd seen an angel in a tree
determined I to see it too
but wasn't quite sure what to do.

Out in the garden skip five steps
as a feline stealthily crept
over the grass and bird bath past
vegetable patch, up winding path.

A glint of white, a wing in view?
Simply was too good to be true!
Eye looked about and thought I saw
but couldn't spot it anymore.

The day was sunshine bright and blue
from childhood such a perfect view
and far off Grandad with his spade
the memory will never fade.

Then Peter cat with paw and claw
had put an end to that for sure!
Bending only to pat his head
drew blood which was terrible red!

Wincing a little then I ran
back up the garden to my Nan.
For where in the world could it be
the angel in the apple tree?

And after that I've often looked
for a seraph from the good book.
Peeping, peering just to see
if she was looking back at me.