By Todd F. Cope
Silently, longingly, she sits gazing through the window.
Her large eyes fixed on something unknown.
Others are seemingly unconcerned by her thoughts.
Could it be that she yearns for the return of a friend—long since gone?
Is she lost in the anticipation of springtime, dormant under the graying snow?
Maybe she dreams of how things could have been, if only…
Or perhaps, like other cats, she’s simply waiting for someone to open the door.