Tao-cat only reads faces.
Tao-cat never reads books.
Tao-cat hunts in wide spaces.
Tao-cat hides in the nooks.

Tao-cat chases her tale.
_round and round
_no sight of her beginning
_ no worry of her end
Tao-cat would let out a terrible sound.
There is not tellin’ where that cat’s been!

Tao-cat gives me a poke.
Tao-cat’s universe is at play.
If she ever suddenly spoke,
I wonder what Taocat would say!

stray cat poem (again)

I am a stray cat.
A lone creature scurrying for scraps
Of knowledge in life’s back alleys.
Midnight choruses with kindred souls
Fill the cold night with songs of restlessness.