I took these photos yesterday, 20 June 2019, the last day of Spring. They were taken at home in Bailey, Colorado, elev. 8750′. –s.a. bort
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