The Siamese

around and around 

he walks,
as if prancing...
he sits and licks
his fur,
he licks his paw and
rubs his face to
keep it clean...
he sits and admires
his surroundings
as if it all belongs
to him...
he strolls to the window
jumps to the sill
and looks outside
at whatever catches
his attention...
he longs to be ourside
but knows he has
been there before and
it proved to be
harmful...
he no long scratches
at the door to be
released... and,
no longer needs that
release as his age
has calmed him down
but not killed
his spirit...
he curls on the couch
on the blanket
on top of the pad
that is heated,
relaxes his muscles
knowing he is
safe inside.


30 November 2022