She can sit and wait for hours on end
In weathers wet and dry
You look at her, she looks at you,
And you have to wonder why?
I wonder what she’s thinking
As she sits and looks and stares
Waiting for a snack perhaps
Or thinking of her shares?
Dreaming of adventures
That only certain felines know
Of chasing mice and stalking birds
Or counting all her dough?
Waiting for the moment
To move, to lick, to purr
Her calculations have to be just right
So as to benefit her.
I’ll never know if it’s me she sees
When she sits and looks and stares
With distant looking gorgeous eyes
Not exactly unawares
The Mansionic Perspective 
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