Looking toward the rim of his saucer,  
The cat decided to be,  
a fearless mighty mouser,  
and set his dreamies free.

And so the walls began to ripple,  
With a milky veil to drown his woes,  
As he bound over the armchair,
To escape his imaginary foes.

Then a wild low growl decreed,
While the humans stirred in dismay,
His claws spoke of an ancient prophecy
As catnip led his mind astray.

The wide-eyed and wild, blur of fur,
Ricocheted off the walls with ease.
He is a feline ninja on a mission,
Defying every law of gravity.

His battle cry shook the room to its core,
As he zoomed without a care,
Through the fog of his catnip high,
Sending dreamies flying everywhere.

©️Lizzie Bevis