Our caramel tipped Persian cat often sits in a window, dreams of a land beyond his reach. |
"Cat in the Window" Balancing on a rim, against the screen. He watches a colorful flutter of wings. Hummingbirds play, listen to their drones, darting a sweet feeder all their own. Between those huge blue eyes Taz’s brain is fast and wise. Outside fun beckons him. A chance for escape is slim. Our white Persian is a beauty. Hair combed daily is often a bloody duty. He doesn’t care about soft locks. Lizards, squirrels; chipmunks await to stalk. Spooky is our outside feline. Slick black, high pitched meow whine, craves loving hands, any kind. Taz watches with a curious mind. Once a day, if he behaves, a stroll outside is what he craves. Our wildlife woods is quite a zoo. A lake gleams, a playground too. An hour is a short time for him. No leash means a chase begins. I get exercise, he soon wears out. Treats await, a combing out. Most lovely days, are lazy for our sweet boy. Snoring on his back, feet held high. Exposing a furry belly is quite the joy. With colder weather, rainy days, back in the window, he quietly stays. Looking out at a busy world, wondering when he will visit again. By Kathie Stehr September 29, 2021 32 lines |