Monday, July 07, 2008

Pussy-Paws

Pussy-Paws
Dreamt 02 - 3/07/08



In this flat that I do not own
yet feel at home in nonetheless
with a garden whose sound and scents
the old sash cords unveil,

She dives in from the night,
Skids on the window-seat;
fur: colour of the black
window thrust up to night.

She pirouettes and jive-arches,
turns, all tale and neck:
I stroke her from the neck back
in the way I know she likes.

All quick, sudden and pulsating,
with the energy of night life,
in a living room that’s better
than the one from the life I know,

taller and swishier, creamier,
with this one fine-tuned cat.
What can this mean?
What can it, save –

Pussy-Paws loves you.

3 comments:

Lucy said...

A very joyful dream! Was she a real cat too?

Lucas said...

Many thanks Lucy for your comment and question.
The cat in the dream was similar to our cat yet with a different identity and name. It is strange how dream reality is often compounded of reality and unreality spliced together; so that we experience something entirely different and new which is also familiar.

Plutarch said...

I like the idea of a "fine tuned cat".