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She sits there upon the window sill,
Stares whilst sitting perfectly still,
The birds scatter as the man walks by,
She waits, her inner thoughts her guide
Concentrating on birds outside.
She watches them as off they fly.
Somewhere near, another cat purrs
Staring through that window pane,
She knows that they will come again.
And climbs the tree that he prefers
He wanders onto the vacant site,
He's not so lucky as some might say,
He's all alone, lives day by day.
His instinct his guiding light,
She watches him invade her space,
He's not aware of the gentle stares
Of the lady watching from upstairs.
He had no right to be in this place,
She descends the stairs with haste,
She preens her whiskers with her paw,
then leaps down and heads for the door.
Why let a good battle go to waste?
Seems he heard her despite her stealth,
She then slinks out into the lawn,
convinced that he won't see another dawn.
He'd best leave for the sake of his health.
Unfazed although inside he's scared,
She looks content as he climbs the wall,
He's not looking for trouble at all.
He thinks of the moment that they shared.
Then wanders off away from strife,
Knowing what he wants from life.
[c]1996, Eddie Kyle.
reprinted with my permission