The Cat Dreams
The cat dreams,
To whom? To What?
Not at Mount Fuji
That he has never seen
With green eyes.
The cat dreams,
To whom? To What?
Not at the Eiffel Tower,
Too bright,
Of lacquer and paint,
The cat dreams,
To whom? To What?
Not to the Parisians,
Who believe themselves superior
To the people here.
Not at the speakerine
Blond-haired
So arrogant,
That she carries on her,
Chanel number five.
The cat dreams,
To whom? To What?
Pink-starred
From Morocco or Crete,
To the whiteness of milk,
The cat dreams,
To whom? To What?
No one knows,
except .
He’s not so crazy
That many of us.
Copyright © Yann Rolland | Year Posted 2023
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