waiting for the cats

©2022 Michael Raven

sleepwalk, sleeptalk
nowhere to call home
the 'tweens and thins
a fog rising over moors
nighthumid howling
seeking paths lost
to now world
and seen w/three
blackglass eyes
a shambling slumber
gut pull dragging
calling caves gaping maw
underground she

fingerpost tapping
waiting for the cats to sing

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