The Cat

the cat 

the cat sleeping on the couch 

dreaming of catching a big fat mouse.

I was walking in the garden 

loud noise of a thunder all of a sudden 

black clouds up in the sky

Making the past cleah vigil sigh,

Lordy of the bounces of the air,

That was a cry in an awoke flare.

I ran inside and shut the door 

the door rattled as the thunder roared  

the cat woke up and stretched a bit  

roam around the room for some meat

nonchalantly he moved through the room

unaverred by the outside doom.

I looked and him and thought of a new dawn

I dawn where I would reborn. 

reborn born as a cat

dreaming of catching a mouse big and fat.