A Cat In Residence

the cat she sits,
a stoic,
purrs and meows
as fits her mood,

the cat she sits
and does not move,
as befits
a statue,

on the mantle piece
table or window sill,

then with a whirl she moves from
place to place,
soon stretching out
and lies about,

suddenly, starts and startles,
remembering something
she has forgot,
runs up and down
the steps

chasing her shadow
or something more profound,
dances up and down
and all around,
flops on the ground

and sighs
her secret kept

we in a quandry
wonder,
what makes
her dreams
come true

by shimon weinroth

Comments (3)

this is so delightful..................10! !
I like poems with short lines, easy to read, expressive of a relaxed soul, and this one is invitingly beautiful (read this 'cause they say 'those who read mark nwagwu also read...shimon weinroth) will read more of your works
A wonderful poem with cat, I am delighted to add my 10 to it.