Two Persian Cats on window sill,
Never bored nor get their fill
Back to back for hours long;
Their spines must be strong.
Mesmerized... by every moment,
Captured by any movement -
of the dead fly by the sill-
like bookends...on a shelve,
back to back do they dwell-
as if suddenly ossified
or victims of Taxidermy,
but both are quite alive,
how curious they be!
What could they possibly see?
Ah! Fatuous me...
How blatantly obvious
what our oculars don't see
that the 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.
And, if Cats, OH, could speak,
How embarrassed we'd be
If we could hear what they thought-
about you, about me!
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
Beautifully written. Profound n interesting. How keenly you have observed the cats and gleaned meaning from their behavior. Enjoyed thoroughly.
Thank You, Nosheen. I appreciate your visit & all too generous comments.~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
top notch poetry. the kind I weshed I'd see more often