the faraway cat
patting the cat
across the fur fields
of the sunlight streams
tortoiseshell light
on the reeds that sway the days away
closing on the cat’s eyes and mine
streaming under the bridge
that overruns the cat’s hiss train
meandering meandering the trout stream’s
gleam rolls the self same day away
the cat’s doze claw toes
pummel this cushion of dreams
the way we like it for
we are on the same wavelength
or so it doth seem
oh what a dream of a day this is
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