Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 65 Hosted today by Shay, one of my favorite poets in the whole world.
A dog, I have always said, is prose; a cat is a poem. ~Jean Burden
The soul is a dog in the garden at day
running through flowers
under the sunshine it plays
but the heart is a cat
that searches all night
like the hunter it is
catching what it can on sight
longing for something to savor and share
wanting the thrill
and taking the dare
but both get weary
and in need of a rest
some time to spread out
like butter on bread
needing true tranquility
in a quiet spot
sprawling on blankets
they finally plop
Then eyes closed
The mind wanders in sleep
for the brain is a bird
that always flies free
that always flies free
So sweet dreams to you
And the great dreamer you are
May your hunting bring plenty
And your dreams take you far.
If the heart is a cat and the soul is a dog, I wonder if the eyes are birds.
ReplyDeleteLove the closing lines. So mote it be!
Thank you so much Magaly. Oh the wonders that come from poets. Passers by may think us crazy....LOL
ReplyDelete"time to spread out like butter on bread" I like that!
ReplyDeleteThank you Shay! :-)
DeleteLike to spread out like butter on bread - yes ma'am. They do that!
ReplyDeleteYes that is one of their favorite things to do to pass the time. 😎🐱
DeleteOh, I love this, and your ending I will claim for myself. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Susie, and yes claim it! :-)
DeleteYes! This captures the clash of restlessness & dreaminess & wonder. :)
ReplyDeleteLove this, Carrie. The ending is wonderful.
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