I unlatched the window
pulled it up
the breeze greeted me
cupped my face in a playful caress
loosened strands of hair from my bun
as I smiled at the bright blue sky
first time
I.
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Siamese cat
***
watched
the gardeners tend to their citrus trees
sweat brimming under large sun hats
they'd come closer every day
watching me as I flicked my tail
As I scratched at the binding
As I tapped the pulley on the shades for the clattering sound
Wistful
they pressed their faces to the window this time
And I yowled back
Annoyed
A warm smile floated to my eye level
My eyes are just as colorful
I meowed
I walked on the shoulder of the leather couch
to curl up in the middle of the dining table
in the warm sunlight
***
surrounded by shades of green
***
II.
Siamese
Cat
only bond when you walk through the door.
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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