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.