Cats whisper with a funny accent
They tell me who was where and why.
They travel like I do,
shipwrecked, floating.
In the cosmic ocean of time.
Cats whisper wild things
That humans wish they could scream.
They speak of lovers that lasted,
nine lifetimes, endlessly.
Until they dissolved into the sleepless dream.
I wish I could tell them things
But I have nothing worth saying it seems.
Instead I listen gently
nodding, smiling.
Because my life is but a burst of steam.
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