Freedom in the Billows

She just sits there

Never utters a single word  

She just never seems to care

about the things she knows she heard

And when the moon is out and the wind blows

She crawls out the window

And as quiet as a fish she goes

Disappearing into the billows

She feels at the tip of her tongue

The taste of true freedom

You can almost hear it in her song

The sweet sounds in her rhythm

If she went away forever

I knew I would always miss her

hissssssssss

It’s the cat

My best friend little sister