Waving Cat
You see them perched in windows
Of so many types of stores
But really, they don’t blend at all
In anyone’s decors.
They range in size from tiny
To those taking lots of space,
All with the same expression – blank!
Imprinted on each face.
One waving paw moves up and down
Ad nauseam, to me,
I guess to greet the passersby
In perpetuity.
It blows my mind how such a fad
Gains traction and persists.
My hat goes off to every shop
With keeper who resists.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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