Cat on the run

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.