the cat she sits,
a stoic,
purrs and meows
as fits her mood,
the cat she sits
and does not move,
as befits
a statue,
on the mantle piece
table or window sill,
then with a whirl she moves from
place to place,
soon stretching out
and lies about,
suddenly, starts and startles,
remembering something
she has forgot,
runs up and down
the steps
chasing her shadow
or something more profound,
dances up and down
and all around,
flops on the ground
and sighs
her secret kept
we in a quandry
wonder,
what makes
her dreams
come true
shimon weinroth
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cat-in-residence/
