Poem

What intrigues you, dear cat,
as you sit upon your rock,
inspecting
What do you long to capture
will you jump, or
will you sit?
You sniff the air so fresh,
contemplating your next move.
You sit upon your rock
so proud, so bold,
yet you do not move.
What has captured your attention?
For I cannot see your intrigument.

I composed this poem after a short refreshing walk in the cool air with the lovely warm winter sun on my face. I happened upon Tiger perched upon a rock and was inspired. I broke out into poem right there and then as he sat upon his rock ignoring me as I spoke my poem to him.