Looking Out Windows

They spend their time watching and listening,

Looking out windows or over closed gates,

For us to come out, or come home, or come in,

To feed them, or pet them, or spend time in their presence.

They cannot speak of their feelings, physical or any other,

They have to take whatever comes their way,

Be it kindness, compassion, companionship or not.

They live at the mercy of the humans who own them.

We would do well to consider these creatures,

Who we have taken in to be our possessions,

Think about how they spend each hour that ticks by,

As we hustle and bustle through our ever busy days,

Taking care of our own needs and wants,

When these, our animal friends cannot.