Two Persian Cats on window sill,
Ostensibly staring at nothing.
Back to back for hours long;
What could they possibly see?
Mesmerized, frozen in moment,
Captured by slight of movement
back to back on window sill-
like bookends...on a shelve.
What could they possibly see?
Ahhh! Fatuous me...
How blatantly obvious
what we don't see
that these two Persians see.
We're too thankless to see,
What these cats easily-
Can savor and embrace
in their protected space:
The magnificence of Life!
Oh! If only Cats could speak.
My God, how embarrassed we'd be
When we heard what they really thought-
about you and me!
© MXVII-All rights reserved
Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
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