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