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
I watched you sleep
While other galaxies circled the sky,
The taste of your goodnight kiss
Fresh on my breath, still.
A feathery, warm wind
Gently lifted the locks
Of your shadowed hair,
Then let them fall.
Your sealed eyes fluttered,
I thought, like monarch butterflies
Over a summery earth,
Then lay still, again.
I didn’t dare speak,
Let alone believe,
That fateful word
Of capture and demise.
Best to let you and I
Fly as free as
Just good friends have—
Yes, that’s it.
S.A. Bort/28 October 2015
Photo from Wikipedia