a cat still

this cat 

    so still stares 

out through window 

at cold stillness outside 

does he like what he sees 

in that white world 

so few birds 

a sometimes truck 

drives past 

and yet still he 

watches 

as if everything depended 

on his being sentinel 

as if the world’s heart 

couldn’t beat without 

his watchful eye 

until that 

still 

    small 

        voice 

speaks to him & 

he stands 

    stretches 

        & moves 

to another post in his still domain