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.
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
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.
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