The Not-So-Stealthy Cat
A shiny black and white carpet of fur,
Dozes in supposed secret,
In the realm of the vinyl tablecloth underworld.
Lazily enjoying his solitude,
He dips one white paw in a line of sunlight
That walks across the front porch.
Half-opened almond shaped yellow eyes,
Cautiously scan his private domain.
He spies my not-so-hidden vantage point,
And treats my intrusion,
As one would a paparazzo. with scornful disdain.
He turns his back to me, and retreats further, deeper,
Into the darkness of the man-made cave.
Is my morning visitor still,there?
Or, has he truly become a stealthy cat,
And simply vanished
Into thin air?