Curiosity

Curiosity What’s on your mind ? What do you dream of my innocent cat? Do you speak to the creator with words that cannot be heard? Do your soft paws whisper to the soil beneath you , or do your piercing claws, oh so sharp , upset the leaves? A window sill is your chosen place of refuge, that you sit on ever so still , like a trophy, counting the birds that group together on the power lines . You have no purpose , yet you bring me such joy. oh how I envy your simple mind. Your blue eyes are perfection, they vividly glow in a grey world. Your fur is silk, your ears ,a miracle. Sour be my heart the day you leave me. Don’t ever change, my innocent cat. Akos orsos , December 2023