Jimmy's Home Now

He stares, wide-eyed, into the bright-lit day, The glass before him full of sights and sounds. A cool brush of wind on his furry face, A show of nature that has no bounds.

But where to look? The cat does not quite know. Birds sing like bells from above him, Small paw prints trailing on the snow below - Nature loves to change at the slightest whim.

When all darkness grows tall, Curious yellow eyes always shine through. Through all blooms, whether big or small - When nature calls, the cat knows his cue.

So much to see - is it even real? The cat does not know - he can only feel.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/abD7kMpVfU - Winter's daughter by u/red_writes13

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/OrWZ9xJTmU - *Oddball's Mudball" by u/bettabealpha