The cat is a sage in silence, she is a dune. She shines a light on my direction Because she is the horizon lit by the moon. Though she thinks she is finished, she’s really brand new. The cat lies on all directions, and pounces and plays and then strays away. She is mine, she is the cold sun She’s the sand that moves at night and the cat that falls on its feet, and runs. She escapes with the fleet of her thoughts because she is the mist so she's never lost.
