Siamese

Deep glassy blue eyes.
Transfixed on a tormenting bird,
Sitting so still in a tree.
Chirping, teasing.
Siamese watching and waiting.

Little mewing comes from his mouth.
Paw stuck in the screen.
Oh to hunt and play he thinks.
Oh to be in that tree.

Black mask and little white boots.
Looking like a bandit.
Sits and waits.
Tail twitching, back straight.
Sits and waits.

So elegant and regal,
Yet a hunter to his very core.
Growling and moaning.
"Let me out" he cries.
"Let me climb the tree"
"I will return bearing gifts for my master"

A trustworthy friend. A loving companion.
A hunter who sits in the window.