The cat is still not talking.

She sits upon the windowsill,

all ears pointedly ignoring,

silently gazing into the distance,

her tail curled up around her

in a most self-sufficient way.

I ask her what I've done.

She will not turn to look,

though one ear does, then back.

All silent and unmoving,

her furred but frozen shoulder

rejects my every effort.

The clock ticks on.

The cat is still not talking...