Sunday, March 20, 2016
Cats Don’t Die
We do because
we have rules.
And rituals.
They have none.
A spiritual anarchy
enables them to
live forever.
You point to Cleo
in her Birkenstock box.
The dirt and pebbles
You thudded on it.
Just Imagine
the thunder in
tiny ears! Most
likely her take
thereafter, a slow,
sarcastic burn.
Contact her
again? Never get
through the scorn.
Another cat guiding?
No deal, since
it’s Cleo: For
every cat you
attempt to pick
is her. Now,
every cat in
the world
isn't Cleo, true.
But you don't get
to really choose.
She doesn’t allow it.
Labels: cat individuality, cat spookiness, cat uniqueness, cat will, cats, immortality
