Cat Dreams - Mystic

Sleep, my little pet. With small beast paws tucked underneath your small beast chest, slumber on, sweet cat, with nothing to arrest your little nap. So are you telepathic now? Your sweet beast eyes are opened wide to peer as I lean near to study your eyes flecked gold with oval slits. I wonder how you see me. Am I grey or brown or am I some strange shadowy form? Or in this well-lit room, am I as vivid to you as the hue in which I'm viewing you? Here with me, you have no fear, but when you dream, perhaps you wander ancient plains of Egypt or of Africa, and catching sight of me inside your dream, you flee to go prowling through ghostly reeds where the howls of predators - jackals, coyotes and wolves - echo in the still of night. Then do you creep into a secret place to awake in the morning to an orb of sun and go running with companions, tumbling in the grass as you play? Late in the arid heat of afternoon, do you lay your beastly head on paws, and dozing the remainder of the day, dream of a distant space which is very small and where a strange breed looms? Where among that breed is one who meets your needs by bringing you food and who grooms your coat and keeps you safe who sleeps curled up beside you on her bed, and who sometimes - curiously - watches you as you are sleeping? Oct. 2, 2017 for the IMAGE ME A POEM Contest of Mystic Rose (Picture #3)