Cats sit at the end of their driveways
in the summertime evening
“Here puss…puss,” I say.
but they don’t move
They’re waiting
for what?
I do not know
In the doldrums
or the woods
I wait
wishing the winds would blow
but when a third of your life is gone
you might take a moment
to bask in the warm air
Remembering…
Next year
the forecast
will be stormy
with a touch of fog
but right now
I’m enjoying
blue skies
Neighbors mow their lawns
and trim their hedges
while cats sit at the end of their driveways
waiting…
for what?
I do not know.
Just Poetry 
Well done! You accurately pictured the patience of a cunning cat.
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Thanks big sky buck eye!
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Wow fantastic and the cat is surely sitting in all her quietness not knowing for what. Good poem.
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Thanks boundless blessings!!!
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Welcome 😊😊 😊
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This was great! Well done.
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Thanks Observation Blogger!!!
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Cats are waiting to take over the world when humans disappear.
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Cats might even take over the world while we are here! I know a few who think they’ve already done it. Thanks for the comment Jerry!
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Thanks for the Link! Glad you liked it! 🙂
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You wrote this in 2019; I wonder if you realised how prescient this was:
Next year
the forecast
will be stormy
with a touch of fog
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I never really thought of it as a prophesy, but it came true–that’s for sure! Good catch, Poetry and Fluff! 🙂
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