CAROLYN'S COMPOSITIONS

January 29, 2013

WP Daily Prompt: Through the Window, What Do I See?


CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS

WP DAILY PROMPT:

THROUGH THE WINDOW, WHAT DO I SEE?

I like the table on my back porch off the kitchen, which is surrounded by windows. The table abuts one window, making it the perfect spot for seeing the outdoors, especially in the winter chill when the snow falls gently. The snow is doing that now, adding to the blanket of snow already accumulated on several previous days during much wilder snowfalls.

The forest green of the hemlock pines offers a good contrast to the unstained purity of the country snow. Rocks, sufficiently big that their exposed sides add a grayish color to the world, are covered by about six inches of the soft powdery mix. One of the birch trees is bent over, not from this snowstorm. It never recovered from last April’s wet snowfall.

But the best thing I see out the window is a filled bird feeder surrounded by birds whose food is covered by thousands—no, probably millions—of crystalline flakes that create a four-inch cover on the feeder. They flit about the feeder, providing me with plenty of entertainment.

Hey, what’s that? A reddish-brown squirrel jumped off the roof onto the feeder, scattering the snow and sending the birds flying into the air. The squirrel is doing acrobats, successfully grasping a sunflower seed, its paw gently taking it to its mouth for sustenance. Monte, coming into the room, hits his hand on the window, startling the squirrel. It jumps off the feeder onto the roof and out of sight.

“We don’t feed the squirrels,” he said. “We put the seed out for the birds. Unfortunately, he’ll return. Theoretically, it’s a squirrel-proof feeder, but the squirrels here in Laurel Mountain Borough are intelligent and persistent, and manage to learn how to circumvent the best squirrel-proof feeders, hogging all the seeds.”

Monte left the room and I proceeded to enjoy the view out my window, suddenly becoming alert as a beautiful red bird flew to the feeder. Oh, it’s a winter cardinal. Her color—yes, the red cardinals are the females—contrasts sharply but beautifully with the snow.

I reach my paw towards the window, my meow caught in my throat and emerging laryngitis-like. I watch that bird, envy and desire beholden in my heart. It would be worse if I hadn’t already eaten. Still, I yearn to crouch down and attack that creature, even though I know that as smart as I am, they are smarter and will evade my approach every time.

I can’t help it. I jump against the window. It startles the cardinal, interrupting its meal as it flies off in a panic.

Oh, well, I guess it’s nap time anyway. I’ll go and curl up in my new home where I can keep warm and well fed. My blanket calls out to me.

Before I go, let me introduce myself. I’m Li’l Dog, a name I acquired because my master Monte doesn’t know the difference between a cat and a dog. I’ve only been here since Christmas. My mistress fell in love with me when she and Monte were in Slippery Rock just before the holiday. I was a semi-feral cat without a toy to my name.

Before my mistress Carolyn and master Monte could come up with a name for me Monte kept calling me Little Dog. The name stuck. More later. Off to my nap I go. It was enjoyable sitting at the table in the window and watching the world outside. Hope you can do the same.

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ADDITIONAL READING:
The Cat with the Calico Tail

The “Meow” Chorus: A cat symphony on a Greyhound Bus

THE SNITTY CAT LIKES PUMPKIN PIE?

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3 Comments »

  1. I think that your woodsy neighborhood would be a pretty place during all 4 seasons

    Comment by Fred and Grace Wells — January 30, 2013 @ 7:00 am | Reply

  2. Our 13 year old dog ( tried ) !? to chase a squirrel this morning

    Comment by Joan — February 24, 2013 @ 9:37 am | Reply


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