I Don'T Know Outside
I don't know outside
Having never been
The couch is my lair
Along with the bed
I sit on the sill
And stare at the scene
Feathered shapes
Flit around so fast
Are they real?
I can't tell there's no smell
So I guess not
I chase a red dot
That catches my eye
Then I eat and lie down
I sometimes sense more
But not sure what could be
My life goes on
I get my treats and
Wonderful scratches
Just where I need them
Copyright © Jon Bowman | Year Posted 2020
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