Crazy Aunt Mar-Mar sits 

In a chair,

And stares

Out the window at sunspots falling,

And in a cosmic storm of understanding,

She comprehends answers 

To questions she

Will never have to ask,

Even if other humans think she's strange.

But my baby cat has been staring that long, too,

Studying a bird as it moves in the bush,

Watching its furtive quickness

In rapt attention,

Without blinking,

And no one thinks the cat is crazy at all.

-jenn