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.

12/22/2004

Posted on 12/22/2004
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