Curled upon my human’s lap.
This is my “Five-Thousand” nap.
Five-thousand naps I’ve shared with thee:
A span of time five-years-times-three.
Within a dream we go to play
Like kitten I was yesterday
Upon an Island by the Sea.
A trail where you walk with me
Leads to a wooden building where
Past humans tell us they were there
To witness all their captive dreams
Caught in Time’s amber so it seems.
Three coyotes pass us by.
No second glance. No howl. No cry.
Into a mist they disappear.
For my life I know you fear.
Yet here I am. I’m still alive!
A wise old cat three-years-times-five.
Our dreams remain outside that place
At nap time in this sacred space.
–w.w. January 2023
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