Persian Cats on a window sill,
Two of them in their own world
Ostensibly staring at nothing.
Back to back for hours long;
What could they possibly see?
Mesmerized by every movement,
Captured by slight of eye-blink
back to back on window sill-
like bookends...on a shelve.
What could they possibly see?
Ahhh! Foolish, fatuous me...
How blatantly obvious this all be,
That what these two Persians see
We are all too busy to stop and see,
Which makes these Persians tower,
Well over our heads by natures power;
Still as stone, ensconced for hours-
Embracing and savoring Life's endour
While we take it all in and yawn,
Mortal instincts...Just the norm?
Oh! If only Cats could speak.
My God, how embarrassed would we be,
If we heard what they actually thought,
That human life is out of sorts!
thought about you and me!
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent Frank. I invite you to read my cat poems.