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Mar 2019
cats don't, excactly, sleep,
during the hours of the nights...
if you ever perchance
a lapse into insomnia...
you'd notice...
                    cat's snooze...
during the day?
they play catch-up "journalism"
from the confines
of: where Cain was banished to...
Nod...
             sure...
a cat will sleep,
if you're also sleeping...
    but in the nocturnal hours,
you're awake,
and you have a cat handy,
by your side?
         perhaps... just perhaps...
but most of the time,
                            they just: snooze...
that's what cats are for...
no leash,
    no muzzle...
           ***** where it feels like...
   eats whenever it feels like...
it's hardly a *******
budgerigar worth a cage...
or a dog...
          you ignore it,
it ignores you,
the ultimate canvas ****-test
for experiencing free will...
whenever needed to be translated
and incubated by a human being...
m'eh... m'eh back...
pristine echo, sonar machine...
    me + cat = dolphin...
   i don't infringe on its freedom,
it doesn't infringe on my freedom...
perfect symbiosis,
the closest symbiotic comparison
would come, in the shape of
a tapeworm.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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