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