On the narrow dusty windowsill
the cat sits on her haunches
bathed in freckles of light
as the warmth of a lemon sun
lulls her to sleep in sphinx-like stupor.
As her muscles begin to relax
and she is suspended somewhere
between her past lives, a sudden noise
jolts her into the present and she
falls to the ground with a thud.
With calmness and haughty demeanor
she picks herself up and turns with
a look in her fiery red eyes that says....
''I meant to do that.'' **
My name is Sharon, I am a retired piano teacher, I love the mountains where I hike and snowshoe, have had several poems published and love to write. I also love to read almost anything I can get my ha.. more..