Poems ✍️

Two Persian Cats on window sill,

Never bored nor get their fill

Back to back for hours long;

Their spines must be strong.


Mesmerized... by every moment,

Captured by any movement -

of the dead fly by the sill-

like bookends...on a shelve,

back to back do they dwell-

as if suddenly ossified

or victims of Taxidermy,

but both are quite alive,

how curious they be!


What could they possibly see?

Ah! Fatuous me...

How blatantly obvious

what our oculars don't see

that the two Persians see.


We're too thankless to see,

What these cats easily-

Can savor and embrace

in their protected space;

The magnificence of Life.



And, if Cats, OH, could speak,

How embarrassed we'd be

If we could hear what they thought-

about you, about me!







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