17 June 2012
Once again she stops and stares, At something I can't see. But I don't have those feline wares, That keen ability.
How does she perceive this place, Her senses sharp and honed. Maintaining that predatory grace, With muscles sleek and toned.
Still she stares at empty space, So content she seems to be. But sadness spreads across my face, I know I'll never see.
Invisible World • Opuss № I