(c)1976, Gayle (Stubbs) Nastasi
Black silken fur shimmered
As steel-spring muscles twitched
A quiet miaou ushered from his throat
As the cat slept, dreaming.
I wondered where he was hunting tonight
And what prey was being stalked in dream
Did he hunt mice behind the barn
Or was he a tiger, sliding silently through the jungle?
Was he back a thousand years
Hunting the prey his ancestors hunted?
Was he the Pharoah’s cat
Mousing in some sacred tomb?
Did he dream a witch-cat’s dreams
Stalking silent shadows
As flames danced around him
Making his smooth, ebony hide gleam?
“Cat,” I whispered softly
One satin ear flicked in response
He purred softly, turned over
And began to dream once more.
