She sits amongst the broom and vines
staring into my window.
Solemn and quiet, not moving at all,
on the side of the hill below.
She sits inside this pane of glass.
Her tail twitches as she spies
another cat in the yard below.
Each frozen, as eyes meet eyes.
Two cats watching. One in, one out.
A staring contest between the two.
Then softly the raindrops start to fall
and now ... the contest is through.