Ode to Liza

I am watching her stand on the window sill, face to the sun, letting her fur catch the rays.

She looks around in wonder at all the little particles floating in the beams hints of what's occurred in days past in the same small space she occupies every day.

Every day of her life, she travels the same short distance.

To and fro', to and fro'.

And yet, she never loses her glorious curiosity for the world that moves around her.