Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the back.
The thinking cat ;
In a quiet nook, the cat sits still,
Her mind a stream, her gaze a hill.
With every blink, she seems to see,
The hidden truths of mystery.
In her whiskers’ twitch, a thought takes flight,
A secret world in the soft moonlight.
Silent, wise, she ponders deep,
The dreams she guards while others sleep.