Our long narrow end table became like a pier, as
my cat leaves behind his busy day, and becomes a fisherman in our goldfish bowl.
He reaches past the slippery brown snails clinging tightly to the smooth sides in the swaying water.His huge stone shaped eyes watching as if he had been a night owl watching his prey.
As each wave breaks against the glass, he blinks
his eyes, as he reaches for a rainbow colored fish. The fish splashes the cat on his face,as if
laughing at him. Then the tiny fish swims into
his castle below.
The cat rubs his face with his velvet soft,
midnight colored paws. He stepped away from his
fishing expedition.
Now he back to eating his canned tuna, and dreaming of the fish that got away.