I wonder what my cat thinks
Laying on the wooden mantel
The porcelain lamp is the only sun she knows
She knows nothing of the world outside that she can’t see through the sliding glass doors
The only wind that blows through fine dreamcycle hair
Is what the kitchen fan manufactures
I supply her food
Stifling her wild instinct to stalk
So she stalks me
Laying low around the corner
Waiting for me to pass
My leg is her prey
Her entertainment is not the expensive kitty toys
Laying untouched in the other room
But the small sea of toilet water in her bathroom playground
She has a language only she speaks
Only I understand
                  My food bowl is empty
                                     Have you hugged your kitty today
I wonder if she ever questions why I call her Lucy
And how would I explain who Lucielle Ball was
And why would she care
She owns this place after all

Andrea D. Gonzales 1/29/02