Cat Dreams

Personal Poetry

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The cat yawns
And paws the glass
Then tries to pass
Through invisible walls
All these stalling traps
Now he's tired
Bored to tears
With fears of blood
And double-diamond
Star-studded tooth dreams
Rolling, clawing at the
Multi-mirrored sleep world
Grooming himself for whatever
Goes by, cries, dies
Or happens to fix his eyes