The Cat on the Windowsill
History is recorded
everyday by
crystal eyes in
this half green city.
It's not
easy to watch the colorful
ants that
live down below,
how witty.
There's a kitty
named Nity
with a fluffy tail, so pretty,
that lives
up in the
clouds.
From the top of a red
brick building
there's a
natured sill filled
with sounds.
You don't know it,
and you're
drinking coffee
from your home
just to
show it.
There's a kitty
named Nity
with a cream coat, so pretty,
that sees the next
building across the street and
that cookie
you're trying to
split.
Apartment drowned
by documents and
diamonds with
an ancient owner
that polishes ornaments.
With time to waste
and a chicken
to baste
this cat passes its
days watching
glass divided residents.
There's a kitty
named Nity
with green orbs, so pretty,
that sits like a loaf
in the sun
on a sill
decorated by
plants.
Curious eyes that look
shy peer through
flowers to
a multi-colored
room where
a lady is wearing
funny looking pants.
Not pants, but
long white sheets
with red ruffles that
dance to
strange powerful beats;
this cat is
getting dizzy.
There's a kitty
named Nity
with white paws, so pretty,
that has culture
rich music in her ears,
her mind feels
crazy.
Energy lifts her spirits
and it's shown
by the wagging of her tail,
orbs look to
the next treat;
it's a
room brightened
by silver.
A smiling man with two
butterflies as
daughters, he's mixing something
with specks
inside of it as the girls
eat sweets
before dinner.
There's a kitty
named Nity
with long whiskers, so pretty,
that got hungry
because of
all the delicious
treats that are being
cooked.
Mouthwatering and a straightened pose
found an immortal sight,
a young woman
on a
windowsill with a notepad,
pen, and a
meal that
looks precooked.
Gazes cross,
the woman has a kind
smile on her
face and her messy hair
surprised the cat,
how
can something
be that scary?
There's a kitty
named Nity
with triangular ears, so pretty,
that got wide-eyed
by some girl that has
nothing better
to do than
to write a poem about a cat
that she sees
everyday Saturday;
Is my
brown hair
fuzzy?
Visions locked and then
parted when an
imaginary kind voice said:
"Nity, my pretty kitty,
it's time to eat!"
the cat jumped
down with grace.
A cat on a windowsill
that loves and watches the world,
it doesn't matter
if it's above
or down below
she will always see
the routine with
a quizzical face.
There's a kitty
named Nity, so pretty;
I don't know if
this name
sounds silly,
that looks at life
and enjoyment
on a sill
while laying
lazily.
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