Little Cat Feet

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?

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