Invasive pet felines, in both our waking and dream worlds

[frankgsterlejr]

That Cat, She Invades My Dreams

   She lays by his large bare feet

at the foot of his large bed

though in his dream they will meet

—meet they will in his still head.

   For she, mystic black feline,

has been in his dream before

and will not ever decline

to do this alleged ‘folklore’:

   A myth, though, it surely can’t be

that when her claws touch his toes

the deep dreaming which does he

is that about which she knows.

   A myth she practices not

and his dreams she does invade,

his dreams which shouldn’t be sought

though her he has not forbade.

   She places her finger nails

on his vulnerable feet

knowing that when she prevails

at his dream feet they will meet.

   In his dream he walks a street

then feels prickling upon his toes,

so he looks down to his feet

and the sensation yet grows.

   Nothing of her could he find

in his dream violated,

but back to his conscious mind

he slipped and to her stated:

   ‘Mimi? It’s you—you rascal!’

as his stretched feet cuddled her

that soft and sweet animal

whose response was a quick ‘murr’.

   From the mattress she jumps down

and to the sandbox she goes

when he says, ‘you little clown;

next time, leave alone my toes’.

   But, she thinks, ‘again we’ll meet

when you’re dreaming fast asleep,

and the still toes on your feet

from my paws you cannot keep’.

Frank Sterle Jr

 

[margd]

Very nice! I like your poem.