The cat sits in the window what does it really see.
Ghosts from ages past creatures we don't understand.
Tail is twitching body is poised, mesmerized by the world outside.
Hours pass the shadows pass the cat sits on the window ledge.
Frozen in space and time the cat sits with dignified poise.
The cat knows himself and is deep inscrutable.
For every house is incomplete without him,
And not blessed without one.