my middle cat
slightly slips
then lists
to my sinister side
I'm told I've two
mammoth Orwellian eyes
which beam
but do not see
rarely
whomever
has seen
the entirety
of me
my orbs of Luxor Lapis hue
rarely blink as I stare through
miles and lies
and when I do
see
its no wee surprise to feel
the prick of reprise--
all's....
my apple pies of praise
are black-bird filled
left out for flies
I trudge the earth
but want the skies
for air that is
rare and fine
and free
my first cat
blinks and smiles inwardly
and tells me he wants to marry me
and I think
its better to marry oneself
than to all the world
and then I sleep
and in sleeping
cat-dreaming is literally
to know
(so Bast)
if I dream
I AM
the dream,
that no one but
I will know.
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