i am a cat too

while stalking knots and tangles
i fancy myself a panther
wrangling spiteful snakes,

or a free-floating astrocat
dangling on this or that star,
far from mauls and mangles.

but a minute or two in the jungle
and i feel no longer hungry
for that kind of makeshift rite,

for at night i wend and windle
through wild lands near and hinter
with a panther by my side,

and we are one yet two together,
not birds but of one feather
in the dreaming half of life.

So tangles and knots i do stalk
in my waking style of wrangling,
just to ice my little cake.

Luscious lucid visions forever
flood my dreaming style of waking
while stalking knots and tangles.