City cat sits silent watching,
window silled, at Chalet 2.
window silled, at Chalet 2.
No whisker twitch, no tail swish,
her back is turned to you.
Her interest’s keen
in what’s unseen
Her interest’s keen
in what’s unseen
to folks like me ‘n you:
She spots the weak,
the flight, the fleet;
the dew-grass trail of tiny feet.
the flight, the fleet;
the dew-grass trail of tiny feet.
Her emerald eyes grow wide, grow wide
as in her view, so silent glide: 
not one, not two
but two times ten
majestic geese:
Canadian.
What makes she of
not one, not two
but two times ten
majestic geese:
Canadian.
What makes she of all these large birds
descended on her lawn unheard?
They peck, they crop
~ alert, alert!
They cut the grass;
Their rear ends squirt.
descended on her lawn unheard?
They peck, they crop
~ alert, alert!
They cut the grass;
Their rear ends squirt.
She sits absorbed,
transfixed, bewitched.
No whisker twitch. No tail swish.
transfixed, bewitched.
No whisker twitch. No tail swish.
A motor drones;the geese take flight.
She’s left alone...
a shadow cat
a shadow cat
in dawn’s warm light.
Photos, respectively and thankfully via Flickr by 9stitches11stars, Thunder Thumbs, Rebeckah Fuller, and ertoss
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