I am a cat poet,
prowling streets of mind
for a mouse like phase
to play with.

Meow! I whisper
in wind of night,
that carries inspiration
below glowing stars.

Meow! I echo,
in moment where
at any turn a phase dipped
in catnip fills lungs.

Meow I sing,
as cat antenna raise
to collect visions
ready to scribed.

Meow! I scream,
walking cross
cobble stone like keypad
toward place
where writing paws can rest

The place, that brings me to purrrrrrr
in poetic song
as I’m petted by a readers praise.