Their fur is like silk
Their paws soft as moss,
Their pupils dilate and
Chase things that are tossed.
Once worshipped as gods
Now they're merely our pets,
Though they wear a facade
That says "Cats don't forget."
They still think that they're sacred
And mankind is their slave,
So they walk like they're royalty and
Take the act to their grave.
Some people despise them
Say they're cold and ungrateful
They look like rats, they cause mayhem
And they're just not playful!
I see something different
When I look in a cat's eyes,
I feel an ancient wisdom
Behind their jaded guise
I am transported back
To scorching Egyptian nights
And see within their pupils, black
The starless desert skies.
An intelligent being stares back at me
In unblinking contemplation,
My soul laid bare before two orbs
The color of amused satisfaction.
So next time you see one lazily
Sunbathing on its side,
Close your eyes and feel
the ancient spirits that
It carries deep inside.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
Their fur is like silk
Their paws soft as moss,
Their pupils dilate and
Chase things that are tossed.
Once worshipped as gods
Now they're merely our pets,
Though they wear a facade
That says "Cats don't forget."
They still think that they're sacred
And mankind is their slave,
So they walk like they're royalty and
Take the act to their grave.
Some people despise them
Say they're cold and ungrateful
They look like rats, they cause mayhem
And they're just not playful!
I see something different
When I look in a cat's eyes,
I feel an ancient wisdom
Behind their jaded guise
I am transported back
To scorching Egyptian nights
And see within their pupils, black
The starless desert skies.
An intelligent being stares back at me
In unblinking contemplation,
My soul laid bare before two orbs
The color of amused satisfaction.
So next time you see one lazily
Sunbathing on its side,
Close your eyes and feel
the ancient spirits that
It carries deep inside.
