Cat sits in front of the window <br />Eyes fixed on a meal he’d like to down. <br />Bent in a preying like posture <br />Licking his lips of what he’s found. <br /> <br />Not knowing in his little cat like brain <br />That this will never come to pass. <br />But sitting still as a statue anyways <br />As he stares beyond the windows glass. <br /> <br />What would he do if I let him go? <br />To chase a bird or two? <br />Would he run away from the only home he's known? <br />While chasing after those birds of blue? <br /> <br />I won’t dare to tempt my Kitty <br />Letting him out to chase his prey. <br />I’ll just let him continue to sit at the window <br />I think I like it much better this way. <br /> <br />***Written for my cat, ” Smoke.”<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-meal-missed/
