Sitting camotes at my windowsill
Looking out through the tinted glasses
I polish my whiskers
And the temptation to bark
At my foes and friends
out strolling on the thick green turf
Kills me
Moment by moment
Looking out through the tinted glasses
I polish my whiskers
And the temptation to bark
At my foes and friends
out strolling on the thick green turf
Kills me
Moment by moment
I lick my paws
For that forgotten aftertaste of freedom
I wait till the bright afternoon
Goes off for a siesta
During fading lights of pre-evening bliss
To utter one silky soft mew
And stealthily walk out
through the cat flap
To merge into
Forbidden animal kingdom…
