Unintentional Musings

Simba the cat sitting in the a/c by the glass door looking outside, Watching, ever watching nature take it’s ride, Now a distant cat in the green tree shadowed field, on the prowl crossing, A flock of birds springing up from those sun speckled shadows in the offing, A squirrel running the top rail of the wooden fence’ Watching Simba watch is my recompense. She spends a part of each day rubbernecking, Entertained, interested and inspecting. A butterfly darting off on a butterfly’s quest, A gecko camouflaged on a tree flagging at rest. A mysterious knot hole centers the trunk of a huge grandfather oak, It’s leaves silhouetted by sky blue and cloud wisp smoke. I had much to do today, but here I am watching Simba though, she fooled me. How long have I been here. Where did she go?