i watched the little cat
watch me
safe, secure and warm
behind the quarter pane
of glass
just past a kitten,
all curiousity
and lithe loveliness
of form
eyes
bright chips of amber
ears
caramel crema,
tipped with coccoa,
tongue
coral pink lipstick
licking the window wall.
a little red collar
and a tinkling bell
wriggling nutmeg
and cafe au lait body
walking
up
and
down
the four foot promenade
not quiet
yet perfected
the
turn-around,
but trying really hard
tail swaying hypnotically
keeping a mystic beat
this cat
knows
it is beautiful
but then don't they all.
i
watched
the little cat
watching me.
and wondered
what did
the little cat
see
actually a cat i saw in
a window this morning
in small country town australia
but made me think
of the ladies in amsterdam