Cats Life

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Cats Life

Dust floating stagnant in the air.
Between sunlight's pattern poking
through the shutter that
hasn't moved in two years.

Vermilion rays echoing the sunset 
move closer to my eyes. The glare
a reminder of a day passing.

I stretch and yawn, disturbing
the tranquil timbre of traffic
and people outside. 

Waiting for the door to open,
and my human to arrive.

Hi, Bunx, thanks for posting this, I’ve been enjoying it. I’ve got 3 that run to the door like puppies and one that hangs back until she’s sure it’s us. Wouldn’t want to live on a catless house.