.... locked in by a silent enemy which brings world unity, a new opportunity during this crisis expands before our eyes... monetary considerations no longer a factor. Cat on the Windowsill What difference does it make, If people don’t get the chance to see The efforts of another man’s work, Or feel the warm relations of the hidden Love with the woman, The stranger living across the street- Here, in the busy pastures, Each life is a book, And the wind is turning so many pages. The insects awaken in the swimming seasons. Upon earth, some organisms For only a day get to read but a few lines: A poem on the stem in the valley, Soon withers with the snows, As clouds like loud gentlemen trundle In off the cold sea and stamp their feet, But this is their house too, So we must be courteous, As everyone is trying to speak at once, Not all can be recognized, though sometimes Whispers are of the most important things, Such as the field mouse burrows Beneath the sodden hay, Her children newly entangled with The green and gold of awakening, Their mouths speaking the hungry words Which will last until the next incident Of births and deaths, And the cat on the windowsill slyly, Eyes but slits, as the wind turns the windmills, Cleaning herself, hears us all. Robert Rorabeck https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cat-on-the-windowsill/