I Wonder

His face looks at me through the window;
Focused, expectant eyes
searching for me with purpose,
and clear intent of want.

It's so cold outside this morning,
32 and frosty.
I return his gaze with compassion,
and a silent request for patience.

Finishing what I am doing,
I gather him sustenance.
Stepping into the bracing cold,
I admire his ability to survive.

As he gratefully eats my offering,
I watch my breath manifest in a white cloud,
and wonder if I would be so giving,
if a homeless man had appeared at my window...

Instead of a stray cat.