Monday, August 29, 2022

Poem - Tabby


There's a cat I pass by through the window of the residential area of my walks. It's a tabby, mostly sleeps, and I don't know its name.

This time it stood up and looked at me.

Idle expression
Sparkling Eyes.
Then seeing a galaxy within its stare.

Sniffing my fingers through the glass, I took a picture of it. It lept away within it's world.

Lazy Tabby.