#4 a cat that i used to know

there is always that cat and a cat that grins. i know where i take my purrs,

on realities much different than yours; i find that i cannot get along with

anyone that’s not mad and bluffs on where they are going,

when they don’t even know, where they are at.

me, i don’t care much to please, but it is charming that life

is nonsensical, a rainbow-felt nap that you can leave.

unless you are between lazy and fun, and there are no gnats,

that share with you, space in trees. i despise all their flitting,

and questions, especially when they’ve lost themselves to stress;

why not just be in the sun and decide upon waking, what’s best?

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