It sits in quiet contemplative pose;
A purring spirit swathed in striped hair.
A catnip mouse lies conquered by its toes,
And ball of yarn abandoned 'neath a chair.

Translucent eyes reflect the golden lights
Of sun and sky that filter through the pane,
And thoughts ascend to hither unknown heights
And coalesce to innate dreams again.

Deaf to any call outside its goal,
Disturbed by nothing in its silent quest
To visualize the jungle of its soul;
For just a moment, in its wildness rest.

How curious those things we cannot see.
Its dreams of glory. Its reality.