|Image courtesy of Vintage Venus|
Where is the Cat?
…yeah… it was three o’clock in the morning
and as per usual, I was awake,
so I wished that I were a feral cat.
No matter the consequence, it’s the cat
who chases stars in the night, ‘til morning
comes. Then she packs away her games, awake
no more. I want to leave stars in my wake;
stars that come on little cat feet…a cat
who finds peaceful slumbers in the morning.
Morning comes and I am still awake…but I wonder…where is the cat?