I Wonder Sometimes

I wonder what they think when they look out of the window. If the cats wrote it down, I’d read it on Kindle.

Do they think about the moments we spend outside? Did they like going far or would they rather stay nearside?

 Do they think about the people they see walking? Would they invite them inside if they came knocking?

Does he sometimes ponder to be anyplace but here? Does she dream about Africa as the sun disappears?

I hope they are happy to be here with me on their old, but warm brown carpeted tree.

 (Okay, I’m obviously no poet, but I did write today, so I accomplished something).

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