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Kitten in the Window

by Leandra K Brossard

The scene outside my window
grows more and more the same
the stand of trees,
the mountain close,
the same old house across the way.

Sometimes it rains,
sometimes it snows,
it hailed a bit last night,
but still the white blankets over all
twinkling softly bright.

I hardly even notice now,
what once I thought so grand,
so little change from day to day,
sometimes its light,
sometimes its dark,
but otherwise the same.

Then my kitten found the window,
and he sees what I ignore,
the swirling snow,
the playful rain,
the way the trees wave back and forth.

He is enchanted by the window,
hours and hours he'll watch,
his eyes catch every wintery flake
and his paws chase every falling drop.

So now I watch my kitten,
as he stalks the window sill,
and through his eyes,
I realize,
what I had lost, I've found.


Posted on 12/22/2004
Copyright © 2021 Leandra K Brossard

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 12/23/04 at 01:59 AM

lovely, brings back memories of when our cat was young and tried to catch snowflakes through the window. Not seeming to know they were on the other side.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/23/04 at 07:04 PM

A wonderful read, simply because I love it! When looking through someone else's eyes, we always see what we miss. Thank you for the memories of what I noticed that my cats saw. They watch now from the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/31/04 at 05:57 AM

Great to read Leandra, almost like looking through the window...Charlie

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