The Curious
So bold, so little to hold.
The inquisitive mind.
The gentle, the kind.
The strength, the innocence.
What makes them so different?
In the eyes of a cat.
With their ears like a bat.
Up in the window she sat.
Watching like she studies every movement,
While the wind is so fluent.
She loves the bird’s chirps, music to her ears.
Nature's works. Attentive.
Her eyes move every second.
She looks to the skies near the heavens.
The sun glazes upon her, so curious, so free.
And I feel that connection in the reflection of her eyes.
She looks back to the sky.
With no questions pondering in her mind.
She sits their enjoying life.
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