The cat
The cat crawled around the room,
Lurking, seeking,
Something it couldn’t see but knew it felt.
Sometimes it’d grow restless and stop and decide it imagined it,
and then after a while get that feeling again
and start the search once more;
peeking, climbing, crawling
Pouncing on seemingly nothing,
but it carries on,
knowing its instincts wouldn't fail it
knowing it’s seeking for a reason.












