She peered up at the moon

like it wasn’t even a mystery

just a pretty decoration

hung up on a nail in the sky.

The world was so simple to her,

nothing existed outside of

this suburban block.

The birds and squirrels were her play toys,

she was sure these endless trees

were made simply for her to climb on,

while the tops swayed

and taunted her with heights she’d never reached.

To others it seemed awfully callous

the way she treated this home,

like a hotel,

coming and going as she pleased,

but to me it was romantic

the way her whiskers brushed the door

on her way out,never promising she’d be back.

But,yet,she always turned up

napping on the loveseat

with a peculiar aura of aloof indifference,

often times a tiny,frail feather

nudged between her toes.

I’m glad she didn’t notice me watching,

glimpsing her life of simplicity,

as she watched the moon with great intent,

balancing atop a fence post,

on this corner of suburbia,

as only a cat could.