What is the cat thinking
whilst staring into the emptiness
almost without blinking
does he suffer from the loneliness
inevitable to a solitary species
that cannot be confined by leashes.
When he looks at his human, what does he see
a servant, a soul-mate or a trustee.
What does the cat see in a child
a nuisance, or a playmate wild
something to fear
or a companion to cheer.
Is the cat's patience with people small
a sign of self-preservation or is it sympathy, after all?
How can he place himself
onto any old shelf
like an ornament
his little body like a small monument
a feng shui incarnation
such a perfectly divine creation.
For the human eye so pleasant
in his every move and posture
even when no witness is present
this elegance to capture.
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