Sitting near the sunlit window

With wondrous eyes and pointed nose;

Watching golden autumn leaves

Float and twirl in the breeze.

Oh to touch and grasp a leaf.

To smell and taste; is it sour or sweet?

Reaching with a curious paw

Only to meet the smooth pane and that is all.

Looking wistful and a bit downcast

At being thwarted by the transparent glass.

Continuing to stare into the sunshine’s haze

With a quiet and yearning gaze.

And with paw on window remaining at rest

Still hoping to reach further yet

Beyond that barrier of transparent glass

to touch a fluttering leaf at last.