Waiting

cat at the window

The cat sat on the windowsill.
She flicked her silken tail occasionally.
She licked her wide face.
She said, “No one is coming today.”

I saw her green eye reflected.
I felt her thick fur on my skin.
“It doesn’t matter,” I replied.
She scratched the cold glass anyways.

About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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