I sit like a cat 

Upon a windowsill

Looking inward instead of out

Inside the quiet home sits 

Happiness 

Inside the quiet home sits 

Patience 

Together they talk of plans for the future 

So far off, it seems 

So impossible 

But like all strays, the cat must move on 

But she will return when Patience is old and

Happiness is full of life 

Happiness will throw open the window and let the cat in

She will embrace Happiness and Patience will smile 

The first time in a long while