Poem: “Sunday Morning”


Sunday Morning

The cat looks at
The world outside its window

The grass looks good for stalking in
For hiding till ready to pounce at dragonflies and mice

Tall brown trunks with green tops that flutter
Seem so delightful for climbing

Flying feathered creatures and small furry scuttling things
Look playful and maybe tasty too

The cat’s tail twitches and wags as it watches and dreams
Till the car full of people comes back

Cat greets them with purrs
And is finally given breakfast

The family is loud, talking of sermons
Other worlds outside their windows

Michele Marie


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