He knows.

I don't know how but he knows.
He has had many acts of rebellion.
Running downstairs, foot fancy free.

Squeezing through the front door,
Through the gate, and into another's yard.
Listening intently for two hours,
As his family cries his name, willing him to be found.

He knows. As he scrapes through our door in a flash.
Jets down to the basement and hides in the storage room,
Then the furnace room, then back to the storage room.
When caught he lets out a cry in dismay.

Wendy thinks this is normal behavior.
He is spring kitty.
Dying to be let out and roam the plains.
I think he knows.

He knows we are moving.
He knows he has to leave this place.
And he is not to happy about it.
If you don't believe me read this.

He knows.

Love