I see you.
Still as a mouse
caught in a cat’s gaze,
barely breathing,
as if thinking yourself
out of existence
could protect you from
the pounce.
I see you
watching, waiting,
seeing the world
pass you by
on your perch,
wondering if those hurried steps
would slow even a bit
to witness your
stillness.
I see you.
-ljh 11/6/16
