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I can see why
the cat sits
at this window
with ears pricked
and eyes wide
staring for hours
on end
as the world
passes by

so much to see
from this triple-
paned blind,
naked branches
that shiver
in a brisk biting wind
as stray leaves
that eluded the rake
skitter across
ice-crusted snow

a murder of crows
lined up on a wire
eye the flat rabbit
on the street below
while shadows
cower and shrink
before the baleful glare
of a cold sun rising
in a cerulean sky

the cat starts
to chitter, eyes fixed
on a squirrel
that would
kick her fat ass
if she caught it
and I laugh
and think, let her
enjoy her dream
of being a lion