Sheer Blue Curtains

Sheer blue curtains

Blow gently in the breeze

Hanging lightly on the wall

Thousands of threads

I can't count them all

They are about a foot from the ceiling

To about a foot from the floor

I can see everything that happens

Outside, but they can also see in

My cat likes to sit and lay in the window

Where I can keep an eye on him

They are beautiful baby blue

A beautiful shade for spring

But I keep them up year-round

My cat likes to climb them

And knock them to the ground

In the last set, he ripped a hole

And gave me a frown

My reaction was so profound

I hope that he leaves these alone

And doesn't rip them down

Or I'm going to put him

Six feet in the ground

A poem by Garry Ventura