Hiding

I sit behind the people's chair

Hiding silently aware

I think she looks for me

I lay under the covers here

Knowing that she is very near

I know she looks for me

Up atop my kitty tree

This is a great place to flee

She looks, and looks some more

A cozy little ball I make

Very flat, a round pancake

She looks, and stops, and stares

Way up high in my little perch

While she does her silly search

She calls; I answer not

When and if I want, you see

For her to actually locate me

She will, (but when I choose)

Patches