When the Cat Calls
When I wake tired from sleep
I'm left with yesterday's dreams
crusted to the corners of my eyes.
The cat calls from the window, meows for milkthose city lights no longer crystal.I stretch and take long strides to open the window to a dream where my cat turns into a giant eagleand I jump onto its back and we fly into the blueberry sky away from unpolished shoes and damp, musty memories. I shoo the cat inside curse its slow entrance realise I've never had a dream that's come true.
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