From Where I Stand I See The Silent Tomorrow

tomorrow comes
on small
silent feet
like a cat

from a window
overlooking
a harbor

gently,
the clouds drift
the mist and frost
slowly gone

and what the cat
sees
is the sun
smiling

and the cat
remembers her mother
the one that feeds
her with pink mice
and
sharper claws

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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