Waiting and Watching
He pats the kitten with puffy paws and sharp claws,
near the window draped with gauze
and yawns and opens up his mighty jaw
the wrinkled rug beneath him lies,
he watches the world go by with his big brown eyes
waiting for something, anything to happen,
then like a lazy boy he sighs and continues to watch
the world go by with his wise and thoughtful eyes.
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