She sits at the window, frozen in
time.
What does she really see?
Ghosts from the past
a thousand years old
creatures we don’t understand.
Tail twitching, body poised
not moving an inch
mesmerized by the world outside.
A quiet little mouse, white tailed deer,
or shadows from wind blown trees.
I look, I stare, but I just don't see
the view from cat's eyes so intense.
Hours pass, the cat stands guard,
sky bleeding night black to dawn gray.
Night after night
at the window of time
what stories unfold out of sight?
I would like to
Thank
all of the faithful internet friends that have visited my
website over the years. I appreciate all the emails
and photos that I received.