8.10.2008

Sunday Morning Prose

I watch it slowly saunter by
As though it sees yet has no eye
Black as night and straight up high
Can it see me where I lie?
I listen for a sound or clue
And watch the periscope peruse the room
When suddenly I hear a sound
And when I turn to look around
What do I see perched on the rail?
Why, it’s only my cat…and her tail.

2 comments:

Linda said...

Did you compose that? I love it!

Jenni said...

Yes...it started when I saw Cleo's tail 'walk' by the bed. It looked just like a periscope!