tell me…

i saw a cat sitting
in an open window once
tall, proud
staring at me
with long eyes
cold, indifferent
a vision of majesty
what does he see
when gazing at me?
does he see the artist
or the slave
the lover or the whore?
the father or the son?
theirs is a wisdom
untainted by human sentiment
they sit and watch
while we wander….aimlessly
cats have all the answers you know
all you have to do
is know how
to ask them

 

 

 

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