Cat in the Window

World outside the window.
Only an observation.
An image that has never
been experienced or
explored.

The cat sits by the window
and wonders,
maybe dreams of things
only a cat can
dream of.

Lazy as an August morning.
Staring outside the glass.
Maybe taking time to
have a cat nap,
curled in a furry
black ball of
pointed ears
and whiskers.

Life is so easy
isn't it little kitty?
Eyes yellow green,
black soft belly
that needs to be rubbed.
You excel at resting in an almost
amazing display of feline expertise.
You are unsurpassed!

The afternoon light passes
through the winter window.
Warm against the
frozen world that
you gaze upon.

A landscape of
black and white with
mounds of snow and
curled, spidery bare
branches.

The old cat never came home
one morning.
He used to stare out the
same window as you.
But he found his way outside
and became a creature
of the night time shadows.

For years he prowled.
Chasing rabbits, leaving their
remains near the garden.
But now you are his
successor, the heir to his kingdom.
But you shall never
leave the castle.

For you are now the cat
in the window.
Gazing through clear cat eyes
at a world outside
that you may
never know.