The Cat

There sleeping in my window, watching us,
My cat hides in his luminescent eyes.
I wonder what he dreams while he's asleep?
Of mice and birds, with him the jungle king,
Or does he dream of worlds that have no wars?

He moves his legs; his whiskers twitch. He must
Have something on his mind that stirs his brain.
But I don't think he dreams of peace at all.
It's just the tuna that he ate, the fish
He always loves is swimming in his dreams.

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