Micro-stories
I am in that corner every day, huddled against the wall, on the window sill, or strolling with my feline and elegant gait atop the white and weathered wall.
I observe you and amuse myself while I flick my tail. Some of you walk in pairs, holding hands, and sometimes… you stop to kiss. Others argue and each goes their own way. There are also those who decide to go in a group, like a cat colony, yet when you walk alone, your strange behavior changes. There are also those who go along staring at that odd device held between their hands. I have seen girls cry over some undesirable, and I have seen that undesirable showing off only to end up alone later.
I observe you… from the windows, from every corner, from the wall. You go frantically through life, seeing nothing beyond what is directly in front of your eyes. And while I watch you, I continue with my feline strides, so light and elegant. I will lie down here, on top of this old wall, after stretching and unsheathing my claws; I cross my front paws and rest my black head upon them.
Poor humans! You pass through life without observing its beauty! I pity you. Yet do you know what I tell you? I observe you, blind humans.