Poems ✍️

Persian Cats on a window sill,

Two of them in their own world

Ostensibly staring at nothing.

Back to back for hours long;

What could they possibly see?

Mesmerized by every movement,

Captured by slight of eye-blink

back to back on window sill-

like bookends...on a shelve.

What could they possibly see?

Ahhh! Foolish, fatuous me...

How blatantly obvious this all be,

That what these two Persians see

We are all too busy to stop and see,

Which makes these Persians tower,

Well over our heads by natures power;

Still as stone, ensconced for hours-

Embracing and savoring Life's endour

While we take it all in and yawn,

Mortal instincts...Just the norm?



Oh! If only Cats could speak.

My God, how embarrassed would we be,

If we heard what they actually thought,

That human life is out of sorts!



thought about you and me!


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