My Cat

Raj Mansukhani 

My cat sits on the edge
Of my couch and
Waits
Like no one else can.
Because, really, what does she know?
Or perhaps she does—
Unlike anyone else who’s still
Terrifyingly concerned
About the edge of things
And the ultimate fall.

She couldn’t care less,
My cat,
Having nine lives and all.
She waits like a queen,
Unconcerned,
Suspecting nothing,
And curls into a ball.