poetry, writing

A Cat’s Life

Softly, she mews, longing for attention.

She only seeks a momentary connection,

then she is back off to stalk her brother.

She sneaks up to the chaise;

His back is turned, perched,

Watching squirrels and birds at play.

His ear twitches as she nears,

He can hear her closing in,

But he doesn’t react.

Instead, he settles in more,

But leaves her space.

She jumps, he looks her way.

Softly she lands and

they paw at each other a moment.

Then she turns, now aware of

The heron outside, preening.

She settles in next to brother

They both begin to chatter,

Ready for the hunt.

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