The Cat Who Watched
rhyming verseShe sits where the light bends gold,
watching the world she’ll never hold —
a bird, a leaf, a passing cloud,
each one a story told aloud.
Her eyes are moons, her tail a clock
that measures time in languid rock.
She does not chase. She does not yearn.
She simply watches. Waits her turn.
And when the evening folds its wings
she turns from all those fleeting things,
curls tight against the cooling air,
and dreams of mice that weren’t quite there.