That Black Cat, She Invaded His Dreams

[frankgsterlejr]

That Black Cat, She Invaded His Dreams

   She laid by his bared feet

at the foot of his bed

though in his dream they’d meet

which they did in his head.

   For this sleek black feline

she’d been in there before,

such she’d never decline

as that cat he’d adore.

   A myth it couldn’t be

that her claws touched his toes,

as the dreaming did he

was about that she knows.

   The dream she boldly caught

that night she did invade

was the dream she had sought,

the dream she’d long delayed.

   Within, she placed her claws

upon his sleep-bound feet,

all performed with no flaws

then and there they did meet.

   Though not feeling abused

by prickling on his toes,

he still looked down confused

at each five toes, two rows.

   Naught of her did he find

in his dream created

though back to wakened mind

he saw her and stated:

   ‘Mimi! It’s you—you rascal!’

yet he still adored her

while finding comical

her response, a smooth ‘murr’.

   From the thick mattress down

she landed, without woes,

as he said, ‘You little clown—

you leave alone my toes.’

   Thought she, ‘Again we’ll meet

as you dream fast asleep

when the toes on your feet

from my paws you can’t keep.’ ^■

Frank Sterle Jr