the blue eyed cat

how simple
she keeps her home.
the blue sofa
coming close
to the color of
an October sky.
the rug, woven
in braids, in reds
and golds.
a chair, unrocked
for ages.
the pillow
stitched with
the words home
sweet home
sitting dusty
upon it.
how quiet the home
is.
the organ in the corner
holding plants
and photographs
of those
who look like her,
but not quite.
the blinds
tilted to
look out, not in.
the blue eyed
cat bending it's
lithe body
around the corner
to see
what there is to
see, which is
the same
as it was
each yesterday.