The Door

He waits there crying.

He thinks he wants to go out.

The door is opened

and the world outside is revealed.

So is the crisp cold air.

The temperatures are dropping

but he comes back inside quickly.

Then he heads to the back door

and starts crying there.

He thinks if we open this door

the temperature outside

will be miraculously changed.

He is often disappointed when he discovers it is not.

Still, he waits each morning

crying to go out.

Silly cat.

No.

We have no control over the weather.

Despite what you want us to do.

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