it's so perfect. so divine. inside she finds that safe place and like a marble is blue like a gesture is small like yeast must rise- like the cat's eye, paw at you. because as the cat waits with the sunbeam she plays. the tea and the teacup- exquisitely she waits. she waits. empty she will. so deny still exquisitely majestically instinctively she waits. on her own bone china pretty little fragile thing on her own she waits, exquisitely she waits.