CAT POETRY 2

 

 

Do cats dream?

Do old cats leap and play as in their kitten days?

Do crippled cats run the hills on unfettered legs?

Do indoor cats prowl the jungle wilds?

In their dreams, are sick cats whole again?

Do feral cats dream of a safe place?

Do lost cats dream of home?

Does the cat who has reached his senior years

dream of times before pain

and wonder why?

 

Does the cat on the path to the Rainbow Bridge

dream of what is to come,

and if so,

is it beautiful?

 

 

 

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About Mollie Hunt

I am the crazy cat lady, animal shelter volunteer, Trekkie, and mystery writer. I live in the rainy Pacific Northwest and will watch any TV show or movie filmed here. Even though I am of a goodly age (sixty-something) I go to Star Trek conventions in costume and am not afraid to be by myself. I enjoy my life in the cat lane. Words to live by: Spay and neuter; Live long and prosper; Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
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2 Responses to CAT POETRY 2

  1. Valentine says:

    Mom thinks pets dream. She thinks the doggie dreams of chasing rabbits, and of her prior family that never came to claim her when she wound up in the kennel. She thinks I dream of eating live hummingbirds and mousies. We kitties don’t give away our secrets. That is why we have endured.

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