Cat is spoiling my ocean-view

He likes the open window

To watch the birds, the waves, the palms

It is safe behind the window-screen

Tucked behind the curtains

Away from barking dogs

And the crows that squeal warnings

Whenever he is outside

He can watch the neighbors and not cower

Here he is the master

His domain is small, fascinating

He is vigilant

Ready

He blocks my ocean-view

But I get to watch him

His head moving side to side

to invisible sounds

Sniffing the air of other people’s dinners

Feeling the ocean air caress his whiskers

Helping me write a poem