Out of my body
My mind wandered out of my body
And flew over the fencing next door
I saw with its eyes
Ten invisible spies
Lying on my old shed floor.
Sometimes we daydream of winning
The lottery or football pools
And following it scheming
Ia sensible only for fools.
But day dreams spontaneously flowing
Can bring us creative ideas.
Archimedes was in the bath
Andrew Wiles on a path
When genius became suddenly near.
I dreamed I was knitting a sweater
From the hair of my friends’ Russian cat
A pattern was given to me
With a big mug of tea
Till the cat leaped off to chase a wild rat
It was a mouse that it chased round the table
But mouse does not rhyme well with cat
So reality must alter
Or poetry will falter
While the cat sits, benign, on the mat
Copyright © Katherine Thwaite | Year Posted 2016