Windows

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Windows

The face at the window is looking at me

The face at the window has nothing to see

Dark glasses, two eyes

The cat blinks

Nonchalantly

Emanating purr thoughts

Bounce off the walls provocatively

Dark glasses, two eyes

The cat blinks

Questioningly

Nothing there but a shimmering space

Outline, outline, if at all

Dark glasses, two eyes

The cat blinks

Knowingly

Turning, tail high

To walk away

J.Burnley. 1996