Max and Casper

Cats spring lightly to the sill Landing feet first, standing still, Stalking leaves or birds in flight Slinking thoughts of spider pie. Fur legs stretched across the bed Making mole roads beneath the spread, Racing down the hardwood floors Cutting corners on all fours. Whiskers twitch, yawns unfurl, Bask in sunlight, tails uncurl, Motors run, lick their paws, Cleaning up from morning chores. Satin finish streamlined cats Walk a tightrope parapet, Fitting on the smallest ledge, Resting on a short term nest. Feline statues grace the room With their postured bodies groomed, Seem to wait for my return Then act, not a bit concerned.