As she lies asleep in her little bed.
The sounds that seep out are as unschooled to me
As otherworldly communications.
Her paws twitch; her head twists.
What is she dreaming? Dreaming?
Do cats really dream?
Do they share with us common relations?
I think so, if I’m to guess.
I think, like we, she sorts things out
While fast asleep, without bodily control.
I’m certain cats dream of cat concerns.
A brain is a brain, large or small.
A soul is a soul, fleshy or furry.
We have far to go interpreting tongues.
A mind is a mind; it eventually and naturally learns.
poem and photo by S.A. Bort / 17 May 2016