The cat sat, looking outside.
I wonder if he knows the birds are real that he spied?

The cat sat, crouched as if to leap.
I wonder if he misses, will he land upon his feet?

The cat sat, cleaning with his paw.
I wonder if he ever takes a shower in a stall?

The cat sat, dreaming of the night.
I wonder if he goes to sleep as soon as he sees light?

I wonder?

©Lynnette Schuepbach, April 20, 1994