House Cat
I feel the grass.
I see the sky,
through the window.
I eat my food
left out for me.
Chase tails, and sleep.
I keep myself amused in rest.
Lick fur, and test the edges of my world.
Probing the perimeter of my existence.
Through the glass
I see distant clouds,
and garden greens,
and birds beyond.
I smell other cats outside,
through the walls.
I see the rain and snow
come and go.
See summers pass,
and I feel the grass
between the long naps
of my long life.