the cat she sits, <br />a stoic, <br />purrs and meows <br />as fits her mood, <br /> <br />the cat she sits <br />and does not move, <br />as befits <br />a statue, <br /> <br />on the mantle piece <br />table or window sill, <br /> <br />then with a whirl she moves from <br />place to place, <br />soon stretching out <br />and lies about, <br /> <br />suddenly, starts and startles, <br />remembering something <br />she has forgot, <br />runs up and down <br />the steps <br /> <br />chasing her shadow <br />or something more profound, <br />dances up and down <br />and all around, <br />flops on the ground <br /> <br />and sighs <br />her secret kept <br /> <br />we in a quandry <br />wonder, <br />what makes <br />her dreams <br />come true<br /><br />shimon weinroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cat-in-residence/
