From Afar

Garfield clings hard, with suctioned might,
four soft tired paws in morning light.
Orange fur coat, both ears askew,
eyes opened wide with dusty hues.

He’s seen the roads, the sun, the rain,
still stuck against the windowpane.
A sagging grin, a crooked stare,
yet something new is over there.

A strange new sight, not far below,
small metal man with polished glow.
Tiny, stiff, dressed so nice and neat,
climbing a pole with steady feet.

A suit, a hat, a lifted gaze,
caught in a silent, frozen phase.
The cat just stares, his eyes gone wide,
surprised to find a friend outside.

Two silent watchers, still and small,
pressed to a glass, or scaling tall.
and though they never speak a word,
a true respect between them stirred.

They share a pose, both looking on,
one made of fluff, one cast in bronze.
Unmoving figures in display,
each going nowhere, every day.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 297 July 14, 2025

This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕