My Cat Is A Window

My cat is a window through which I see 
The world, my world as I want it to be:
A place to silently observe
Until I’m ready to move —

The cold and the wind through reflected eyes
Can seem, and do seem such a paradise:
To live and to love without having to serve
And with nothing, ever

To prove

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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