Summer wind blows,
and the humid air stays put.
a single white cat,
walks in the alley towards me

the cat’s eyes locked with my own.
squinted, and unblinking.
reaching out, I patted his fur.
he didn’t move.

a choir of the city traffic crosses by,
as I stood upon the single white cat.
soon, the minutes passes,
and the cat leaves me, once more.

alone and unbothered,
the white cat walked away
over the cobblestone surface
under the endless blue sky

Winter wind blows,
and the humid air stays put.
the single white cat,
walks in the alley towards me