As nail picks skin away
and my thoughts consume me
i remember a faint, but haunted memory

One of childhood, bitter yet calm
with a tv lit up, commercials all drawn
and people advertising this and that
but my attention was only on the cat

The cat jumped high, and jumped low
The cat did flips, and rolled so slow
The cat grinned, and flipped an ear
said "Come here child, and listen here"

The cat told me tales, of people and beings
so real and honest
it felt like it wasn't dreaming

but mom came in and sat down again
and the cat went back to his actions again.