Myrtle Street Pussy

The cat in the window
half way down the street
he sees the blue car coming
but he does not recognise the driver
I see the driver
but
I do not recognise the blue car

I ponder the cat’s sexuality
and make assumptions
but the cat does not see me
at least
if he does see me
he is very discreet

He watches
as I watch
he waits
as I wait
he is as much a part of this
Monday afternoon
as I am

Does he feel anger right now?

When I first noticed the cat
I was full of frustration
but
sitting here by my window
at the end of my street
looking at the cat
in his window
half way down the street
has relaxed me
brought me back into the moment
brought me back to myself

The cat has no idea of course

To my knowledge
the cat has no knowledge
regarding my temperament
or my current mood

I wonder if I have had a similar effect
on the cat
I wonder if the cat also felt
frustrated
annoyed or indifferent
and went to sit in his window
then upon seeing me
he may have pondered my sexuality
and
analysed my observations

It strikes me
that maybe I lifted this cat’s spirits?

Isn’t that reason enough to live?
to evoke a sense of being
in another living thing