** When we’re trying to improve,**

by siting in our rooms.

staring at our decorations,

**since we don’t know what to do. **

**We look out and stare at nature **

saying “wow

my world’s a treasure.”

for a second our minds rest,

**while we’re trying process. **

one more thought is all we need.

“maybe i’m not good enough?”

Then we turn and see a cat,

**At a window, so relaxed **

**Yea, **

he’s God’s creation,

But know he’s my inspiration.

How so cozy in his fur,

he swings it’s tail,

pointing towards the shadow of the moon.

i watch his eyes

i pet his head

and i start writing…

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When a simple thing you can’t decide

**where a word is sound asleep **

**a brown white spotted cat **

reminds you that with every little thing a poem is created into one big dream

when his eyes stares at ours wide,

and his hands stretch like his eyes,

with my coffee right beside ,

i remind myself that these days someday might die.

**I enjoy my silent moment, **

tho my cat wants to ignore it.

Yet i love the fact of his existence because cats just love persistance (random fact why i love cats) __