Linda Winchell - 'A Meal Missed'

Cat sits in front of the window
Eyes fixed on a meal he’d like to down.
Bent in a preying like posture
Licking his lips of what he’s found.

Not knowing in his little cat like brain
That this will never come to pass.
But sitting still as a statue anyways
As he stares beyond the windows glass.

What would he do if I let him go?
To chase a bird or two?
Would he run away from the only home he's known?
While chasing after those birds of blue?

I won’t dare to tempt my Kitty
Letting him out to chase his prey.
I’ll just let him continue to sit at the window
I think I like it much better this way.

***Written for my cat, ” Smoke.”

Linda Winchell

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