The Calico

I’m watching you!

Morning after morning she stares at me. Her eyes are wide, alert for changes.

There from her spot between the curtain and the window glass the calico takes note of the morning traffic. She’s become accustomed to the quick movement of cars and the morning sun glinting off their side windows. What does she think of me – a lone human, red baseball cap – without leash or dog?

She pushes up to a full sitting position as the neighbor emerges from the door.  They pass in review for her inspection – child, child, adult. She sinks back down to play sphinx. The puppy that makes her dizzy trying to track is safe in the house.

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