Across the street, in the second floor window
sits a Calico Cat

her head turning, back and forth, slowly
when people walk down the sidewalk

quickly, back and forth, when cars 
whiz by going too fast, in my opinion,

even though there’s a speed limit,
a fact that is not entirely irrelevant here.

On this side of the street, in my
second floor window, I sit

looking for signs and answers,
reasons for existence, the meaning of life.

The Calico Cat seems content 
to simply watch what comes and goes,

fast or slow is all the same to her.
I wish I could be like the Calico Cat,

I could sit calmly in the window
and simply observe what passes by,



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