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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