Little Cat by the Puddle

Little cat by the puddle

Sitting silently, gaze fixed afar

I wonder what was your story

I was in hurry and missed a chance to know you.

Perhaps we will meet again someday and will trade stories 

Me about my days on earth, my hopes, and dreams

You about your exploits in the neighborhood 

and a desire to see the world beyond that high wall

We both are creatures of the same world,

We may find that we are not so different after all.