Cat sits in front of the window br Eyes fixed on a meal he’d like to down. br Bent in a preying like posture br Licking his lips of what he’s found. br br Not knowing in his little cat like brain br That this will never come to pass. br But sitting still as a statue anyways br As he stares beyond the windows glass. br br What would he do if I let him go? br To chase a bird or two? br Would he run away from the only home he's known? br While chasing after those birds of blue? br br I won’t dare to tempt my Kitty br Letting him out to chase his prey. br I’ll just let him continue to sit at the window br I think I like it much better this way. br br ***Written for my cat, ” Smoke.