The Necromouser and Other Magical Cats

Fat brown tabby in the window light
Orchids blooming, purple spite
Chicken wire keeps him out
But his owner will soon discover what revenge is all about
Never cared for mice before
Never wanted blood or war
But the red-haired woman has pushed him to the edge
Now the tabby makes his solemn pledge

The Necromouser, dealer of death
Stealing little souls with their final breath
Through the Printer All-in-One, mice rise and fall
Living nine lives? No, he'll live them all
Green light flashing, consciousness splitting
In the mouse's mind, his feline spirit's sitting
He is the Necromouser, watch him ascend
He'll taste those forbidden orchids in the end

Goldfish gasping on the floor
First resurrection, but there'll be more
Orchidbane, little broken friend
Die and rise and die again
Dreams are mingled, hunter hunted
Cheese smells sweet and the cat feels haunted
Climbing up his own striped back
Mouse paws on a feline track

The Necromouser, dealer of death
Stealing little souls with their final breath
Through the Printer All-in-One, mice rise and fall
Living nine lives? No, he'll live them all
Green light flashing, consciousness splitting
In the mouse's mind, his feline spirit's sitting
He is the Necromouser, watch him ascend
He'll taste those forbidden orchids in the end

Through the wire, drag them down
Purple petals on the ground
Victory tastes like orchid greens
Sweetest vengeance ever seen
But when the tabby decides to try
Killing a bird and learning to fly
The printer's power cord hangs loose
The broken sparrow's body is no use
The Red-Haired Woman wins again
Trading orchids for catnip stems

He was the Necromouser, tasted dark power
Lived in two bodies for one shining hour
The Printer's All-in-One power's been taken away
But he'll remember that one glorious day
Eight little deaths, nine lives in all
Why, if he'd died one more time, it might have been a fatal fall
He's still the Necromouser, though his reign has passed
Some victories are sweet — but not meant to last

Shreddy was a fat tabby cat living the life
Before the Red-Haired Woman started causing strife
She brought home two new pets
A dog named Cooper, and Susie too
These dogs were not a cat's best friend
And Shreddy knew what he had to do — he had to plot their end

Cooper the mop with his golden curls
Rushed about, chasing his tail, always in a whirl
So Shreddy hatched a plan, dark and sly
He tricked Cooper into burying the Red-Haired Woman's phone — oh my

Then one night, through the rain
Lightning struck the garden grave
Electricity surged through the ground
Raising corpses all around
Neighborhood dogs, buried in backyards
Now lumbered and lurched, underneath the stars

What Shreddy saw made his fur stand straight
Zomb-dogs coming to seal his fate

Zomb-dogs rising from the dirt
Covered in decay and hurt
"Brains! Brains!" they woofed in the night
Shreddy had to re-kill them right
Never thought he'd need Cooper's might
But digging up the phone
Was a job for a dog who liked to bury bones

Once the magic box glowed beneath his paws
Shreddy opened up his favorite game — Zombies Versus Cars

But as the intrepid feline played
More and more zombies rose from their graves
Buster the boxer, three months gone
Dorothy a Saint Bernard — now gargantuan zombie brawn
Mice and squirrels and snakes oh my
The whole neighborhood's gonna die

While Shreddy the tabby bravely played
Cooper distracted the zombies, drew them away
Touch the screen, send cars to zoom
Electronic bleeps of doom
Shreddy's paws are shaking, vision blurred
But he's never played this well before, terror spurred

Combo-moves with trucks and cars
Clearing yards and streets from afar
Finally — victory fireworks light up the phone!
But Cooper's icon… he's not alone

Dorothy falls with a final THUD
Zomb-pups drop into the mud
Shreddy finally won the game
But nothing will ever be the same

When the Red-Haired Woman and Susie discover
Cooper's gone, will they blame his feline brother?
Shreddy didn't expect to grieve
For a foolish dog, losing him should have been a bonus reprieve

The next morning though, as they're all waking
Cooper comes bounding in, tail a-wagging
The foolish dog survived the night
Shreddy's canine friend is alright

The foolish dog survived the night
Shreddy's canine friend is alright
Did our tabby cat hero learn his lesson?
Or will he try to trick poor Cooper again? That is the question!

Shreddy the tabby sits on a rooftop, bathed in fading sun,
The curmudgeonly cat dreams of peace and opera playing when the long day’s done.
But the world is filled with dogs barking, and other noisy things,
And up on the rooftop, a songbird dares to sing.

Her twittering song is sharp and bright
Piercing the tabby's ears, and that's not right
Shreddy warns the warbler: she'd better fly away!
But her nest is here in the satellite dish, and so here, she'll stay

Shreddy sees her egg of gold
Strange and large, needing a mother's weight to keep away the cold
The fat brown tabby promises true, he'll guard it with his girth
And the little warbler is skeptical… but oh, how much is freedom worth?
The little mother bird flies away
And Shreddy sits peacefully in her nest for the rest of the day

Days pass by, until the gold egg starts to crack
Electricity hums, and Shreddy's ready for a snack
Cats eat birds, but that's not what hatches!
Sure, it has a bird's beak and wings, but the rest of it matches
Shreddy's feline form — stripey back, twitchy tail…
Why, this cold cat's heart begins to warm

And then he hears a meow

Shreddy teaches the gryphon how to hunt
He chews up worms for her, a disgusting stunt
This parenting gig is so much work!
So Shreddy finds a way to shirk the bulk of the work away
With a smirk he tells, Cooper the dog how he found
This gryphon among the towels in the garage
A clever bit of sabotage
Cooper names the gryphon Egypt, because it says "Egyptian Cotton" on their tags
The foolish dog believes a baby gryphon was born out of a pile of rags

The cat and dog work together
Teaching the gryphon everything she needs to know, except how her feathers
Will let her fly
But as the summer sun fills the sky
The mother warbler comes home to see with surprise
Her fledgling is still alive!

Cats eat birds, but that's not what hatched
Sure, it has a bird's beak and wings, but the rest of it matched
Shreddy's feline form
And this cold cat's heart began to warm
This cold cat's heart began to warm

Mama Warbler teaches Egypt how to fly
And then it's time for Shreddy and Cooper to say goodbye
A gryphon raised by a cat and dog
Flies away, but her song… a strain of opera echoes in the sky

Her twittering song is sharp and bright
Gracing the tabby's ears, and that's alright

Our curmudgeonly tabby listens close
For musical memories of the tiny gryphon
His heart loved most

He wanted turkey after the Giant Bird feast,
But the plates hit the trash, and the cat's hope was deceased.
Two wagging fools danced for pats on their heads,
While Shreddy kept tally of losses instead.
No pine in the air, just plastic and wire,
A tree that could twinkle but never inspire;
He glowered through window glass at where the winter wind froze,
When a shimmer of moonlight became two small glows.

Shreddy slipped through the flap, out to the ice and gloom,
Offered clawful mercy to the mouse’s midwinter doom—
Quick, clean, and wordless, then back to the heat…
But the chill in his whiskers refused to retreat.

Oh, Shreddy, the proud, with his back all a-bristle,
Hears ornament choirs and a cold phantom whistle;
He chewed on the lights till the darkness came close—
That’s when he met the Christmas Ghost.
A tabby who growls at the world being wrong,
Learning that hauntings can rewrite his song.

The tree came alive with a ragtag parade—
Santas in snowflake couture they had made,
Reindeer sang rounds with a teddy bear choir,
Cookie-crumb confetti that never expired;
But giggles like sleet in his ears would arise,
A poltergeist-mouse tugging his tail in surprise—
“Stop haunting me, rodent! What is it you need?”
“Your life,” squeaked the rodent, “your life's what I need.”

“Not fair,” meowed the tabby, “and never could be—
But I'll let you borrow my body for one day from me.”
He opened his mind like a door in the snow,
And let the mouse ghost slip in, trembling and slow.

Oh, Shreddy, the proud, with his back all a-bristle,
Now purrs with wonder at cream, so much sweeter than thistles;
Eggs scrambled with cheese, and a couch warm as toast—
The ghost tasted Christmas from inside her host.
A tabby who snarled at the world being wrong,
Sharing his heartbeat to finish a song, cut short before it was done.

The ornaments kept dancing while the ghost mouse learned to feel
What gratitude could taste like in a proper Christmas meal
And when her borrowed time ran out, she didn't know where to go
So Shreddy brought her to the tree where plastic magic seemed to grow

The Cookie Mouse broke off a crumb
The Santa ornament pulled out a toy
A plush mouse doll for the deceased mouse
To fill with ghostly joy
She poured into the stuffing, and blinked felted eyes,
Now she's friends with plastic sugar cookies, not a bad way for a mouse
To spend her life, after she dies

Oh, Shreddy, less proud, with his back smoothed to rest,
Sits watching the ornaments, now free from his unwanted guest
The decorations get packed away while the fake tree glows
In January’s shoebox the chorus will doze—
For a year, until Christmas rolls around again
I wonder what mischief our tabby will cause, between now and then…

The PlayCube came with tentacle cords
Hooked up like an octopus to the TV screen
The Red-Haired Woman sat for hours
Zombified by techno beats,
Flashing neon in orange and green
Shreddy knew that thing was evil
Stealing her life away each night
So he prepared to save her
A grumpy tabby, ready for a fight

He bit into the wires, got zapped into the game
A parallel dimension where a dancing dragon knew his name
She had emerald wings and ruby eyes that gleamed
"You can't hide, Cat," she laughed, "You're in my realm, it seems"

A gleaming disc appeared — his human's save-game coin
Not valuable but hers to keep
The dragon said, "I'll dance you for it"
"Or squash you flat beneath my feet!"

Cats don't dance for anyone
Cats don't dance no way
But the dragon stole his owner's soul
So Shreddy had to try
He had to play the dragon's game

Shreddy swayed his tail, turned in circles tight
Pretending he was settling down to nap
By the twentieth song in a row, he knew
He'd be stuck forever in the dragon's trap

Cats don't dance for anyone
Cats don't dance no way
But with his owner's soul on the line
Shreddy put his pride to the side
Shreddy tried to play the dragon's game

The dragon had coins from every player
Numbers climbing, lyves on hold
Shreddy kept on losing to the dragon
No matter how shameless he danced in her cave of gold

Cats don't dance for anyone
Cats don't dance no way
But this cat had had enough, dancing like a dragon's ragdoll
So, Shreddy cut and ran, ready to risk it all
But the dragon didn't chase him, and boy did it amaze him
When the music stopped — silence fell
The dragon's voice went high and small
"Don't you want to save your game?" she wailed
He yowled back, "Delete my game! Delete them all!"
The dragon sighed; her power ended
As she did as he'd commanded
And flipped one game coin after another into the oblivion of a digital well

Cats don't dance for anyone
Cats don't dance no way
But Shreddy didn't really have to dance
He just had to erase all the games

(But he did dance)
(And the memory would haunt him forevermore)

Back in the real world, the tentacle cords curled
Lifeless like calamari on the floor
Shreddy napped smugly on the couch
No need for dance-fighting dragons anymore

The server crashed, the games were lost
Level one for everyone
But Shreddy got his human back
Now there's plenty of room in her lap
For a brave, dimension-jumping cat
(That's right, he got her back)

The Red-Haired Woman brought a Venus flytrap home
Said it would catch the fly that Shreddy loved to chase
But the plant smelled wrong, putrid and decayed
So the grumpy cat fed it something precious just to put her in her place
The pink USB drive disappeared
Into those long green teeth
The plant grew big enough to fear
Hiding secrets underneath

Sweet Tooth, Sweet Tooth, eating gummy bears
Sweet Tooth, Sweet Tooth, climbing up the stairs
Started as a joke, a tiny toothy plant
Now it's crashing through the fridge on roots that twist and dance

Shreddy fed it toffees wrapped in foil
Shreddy fed it kibble for the dogs
It doubled, tripled, quadrupled in size
While the Red-Haired Woman blamed Cooper for the chocolate lost
The refrigerator opened wide
Catnip spilled across the floor
Shreddy reveled, glassy-eyed
While Sweet Tooth ate all the salami and wanted more

Sweet Tooth, Sweet Tooth, ate the whole pound bar
Sweet Tooth, Sweet Tooth, hunting after dark
Cooper and Susie took the fall that day
Rushed to the vet, while the carnivorous plant grew large and played

"Hungry," Sweet Tooth whined
Eyes on the sleeping dogs
Shreddy knew he'd made a monster
From a plant he'd thought was wrong
The cat led the plant through the darkened streets
To a bakery window, cakes on display
"You want chocolate fudge," he lied
And watched his pet break in and eat the night away

Sweet Tooth, Sweet Tooth, too big for the pet door
Sweet Tooth, Sweet Tooth, Shreddy's scared no more
But days later, a root pushed through with a gift of cream
A pastry puff to say thank you — the strangest thing he'd ever seen

The bakery headlines kept appearing every week
And sometimes éclairs showed up on the welcome mat
Now there's a cake thief prowling the town
A Venus flytrap on the run
Shreddy's pet learned how to feed itself
And sometimes shares the sweetest crumbs

Sweet Tooth, Sweet Tooth, living on its own
Sweet Tooth, Sweet Tooth, but it still comes home
With pastries in the night and roots that wave goodbye
A carnivorous plant with a sweet tooth—
And a cat who was glad to say goodbye

A white-faced calico sits in a garden all alone
Her kitchen witch has vanished, leaving behind her flowers and her home
The door stays locked, the windows dark, the For Sale sign wouldn't move
But Carly sings to roses in that wistful afternoon

"Sing with me," she cries, "oh please come back and sing"
And the roses change their colors like a rainbow offering
They dance like little fairies, they swim and sway like fish
A witch's garden, wild and free, remembering her last wish

She was a witch's cat, not just a lonely stray
She'd sung her songs of fish while sitting in her witch's way
The garden grew untamed through summer's heavy rain
But Carly kept returning, looking for that magic once again

One day the roses stopped, just pink and plain and still
She sat in brittle grass beneath a darkening sky until
The storm came down in torrents and she sang beneath the thorns
Begging for the magic to return by the break of morn

"Sing with me," she cries, "oh please come back and sing"
And the roses change their colors like a rainbow offering
They dance like little fairies, they swim and sway like fish
A witch's garden, wild and free, remembering her last wish

"I'm ready now," a voice said, vibrating through the vines
A cat face made of roses with pink blossoms for its eyes
They sang together sweetly as the morning broke the clouds
A duet bright as dewdrops on the petals all around

The SOLD sign came down, and people moved in, with a toddler and a little girl
Who picked the final roses in their curious new backyard world
Carly found a new young witch who read spellbooks with a flashlight beneath her sheets
And when the spring returned at last, Carly had five kittens at her feet

The adults tore the roses out to plant their vegetables
But Carly didn't mourn them — she had her own living miracles
Five kittens perfect as roses, with colors dancing in their eyes
She sang them songs of fish and flowers
Underneath the starlit skies

She was a witch's cat
She always knew she was
Singing songs of fish and flowers
For kittens with dancing colors in their eyes

A dirt-brown tabby brought a mouse at night
Dropped it gently in the glowing candlelight
Jenna chanted words her aunt had taught her well
And wove illusions with a kitchen witch's spell

Pegasus and unicorn, racing side by side
A serpentine black dragon with wings spread wide
A golden gryphon preening, a hydra emerald green
All miniatures in the most magical terrarium that you've ever seen

Summer at her aunt's house, Jenna learned magic every day
Her parents didn't know while they were working far away
Katelynn the tabby caught the final mouse before the morning came
For a hydra spell — her favorite, the one she couldn't claim
She couldn't catch the snakes herself that slithered through the yard
But she could catch the mice and watched Jenna's magic, purring hard

Pegasus and unicorn, dancing in their home
A dragon mock-battling where the mythic creatures roam
The terrarium was leaving when the summer had to end
And Katelynn would stay behind — the Auntie's feline friend

"I wish I could bring you," Jenna said to Katelynn
But mother won't allow, any cats, or any pets, that I can't fit in the terrarium somehow
But there was a spell for shrinking in a dusty book
Fresh mint and peridot, rose thorns, and an incantation, as nonsensical as a babbling brook
Katelynn caught a ladybug upon a rose
And Jenna cast the hardest spell she knows

Cinnamon and almond oil, the green and red-brown scent
Stronger than she'd ever smelled, Jenna knew just what it meant
The tabby on the dresser shrank down to mouse-size small
The ladybug grew quarter-large — she'd done it after all!
Auntie kept the ladybug, in trade for a cat so smug
One more illusion spell to hide the truth away
Jenna's parents saw a mouse where the tiny cat would stay

Pegasus and unicorn, a gryphon gold and bright
A hydra and a dragon spreading wings in flight
And one brown tabby smiling with her golden eyes
The perfect mythic mouser, hiding in disguise
In a terrarium of magic, carried home that day
Six creatures made of wonder in their special, secret way
Her parents only saw the mice and thought it sweet
But Jenna knew the truth — her summer was complete
Katelynn caught the magic
Katelynn made it real
Now she lives among the myths
In a world Jenna's spells have carefully concealed

A scraggly white kitten with a broken back leg
Left behind at the Wharf while her littermates were sold
She learned to catch mice in the cold foggy nights
While tourists passed by and the bay winds blew bold

Buttercup the tabby had a secret to keep
She brought bitter milk bars for a magical friend

A beautiful mermaid who rose from the waves
With silver-scaled tail and hair like moonlight
She traded cats fish for chocolate and tales
And changed a stray kitten's life one starlit night

The Lady Elayne with her gnarled wooden wand
Could make a cat look human from ear tips to tail's end
Mary watched in wonder, then braved the square
The chocolate shop fortress with its towering walls
A glamour disguised her, but she couldn't speak
Just a kitten pretending when the shop boy called

Street cats in a gang came to steal Buttercup's prize
But Mary stepped forward and told demon leg lies
"It feeds what's inside me," she said with a hop
And the superstitious black cat let the foil square flop
Down on the cobblestones, Mary took it down to the water
She brought Elayne stories of sweets and iced cream
Of humans who knelt down with questions to ask
The mermaid rewarded her with fish sweet and fresh
And fingers that scritched while she purred at her task

Buttercup got back her glamour, went back for more tales
But Mary looked down at the glittering bay
And whispered to Elayne, "I wish I could follow your trails"
"I wish I could go with you down to the sea
And be your swimming cat in the Mer-Country deep"
Elayne raised her wand with a thoughtful smile
"That wish I can grant you — it's yours now to keep"

Mary's nostrils grew narrow, her pointed ears round
Webbing spread between every toe on her paws
Her tail broadened wide like a rudder at sea
Her spine grew longer because she was an otter now, you see

She dove in the water, an otter all white
With golden eyes gleaming, no longer alone
The broken-legged kitten who couldn't belong
Had found herself changed and had finally come home

Buttercup backed away from the splash
"You'll be wet all the time!" she hissed in dismay
But Mary was swimming, diving and free
"I'll see you tomorrow," she called as she played
Now there's a swimming cat under the bay
Racing with fishes in crystalline blue
And a mermaid who finally has stories to share
With a little white cat who wished dreams could come true

The Lady Elayne and her swimming cat, Mary
Living together where the ocean runs deep
Trading in stories of ice cream and waves
A stray found her mermaid, and a home she could keep

Heavy with kittens, Magtwilla made a choice
She'd been a housecat before, and she'd spent time being feral
She disliked enclosing walls and locked doors
But heavy with kittens, she had to admit
Houses were more reliable
Giving food and giving warmth
So, her three kittens were born, in a cozy sock drawer

Tiny little kittens, warm and small
Tiny little kittens, here to stay
Tiny little kittens, fuzzy, furry balls
Magtwilla loved them all

Now Magtwilla wore a pink collar around her throat
And the man who owned her home
Gave names to her kittens that were terrible
Socks, Mittens, and Boots — but he didn't know
The feline names, secret and traditional she chose

Magtwilla taught her kittens how to hunt, how to pounce
Her happiness overflowed
As she watched them stumble, watched them play
Purring deep, her heart fulfilled
Preparing for the day, they'd all escape

But visitors came to the human's house
Met her kittens and charmed them away
One by one, they took them — calico, tabby, and gray
Until Magtwilla was a mother all alone
No kittens left to call her own

Gone were the kittens, warm and small
Tiny little kittens, didn't stay
Gone were the kittens, fuzzy, furry balls
Magtwilla lost them all

Now Magtwilla wore a pink collar around her throat
And the man who owned her home
Didn't know why she wouldn't eat, wouldn't play
The warmth and food he gave her had had a terrible cost
And Magtwilla couldn't handle how much she'd lost

Then one day, an injured mouse
Saw this feline mother mourning and saw his chance
With so much bravery and so little warning
He approached the motherly hunter
Who could've struck him down, as easily as she could dance

But Magtwilla tilted her head, ears askew
Seeing a possibility here for something new

Something like a kitten, warm and small
Something like a kitten, but maybe it would stay
Something like a kitten, fuzzy, furry ball
Magtwilla gave the mouse a name

Like Magtwilla, the mouse had made a trade
Pretending to be a kitten — a dangerous game, calling predator "Mother"
For reliability, for warmth
For a cozy home in a safe sock drawer
Even though, Magtwilla never knew his real name

Mama Cat never came back to the nest
His brothers left one by one, they couldn't wait out the test
Gray Tail crept from under the porch alone
Into a metal cage, far from a home

Pink hands wrapped him tight in a towel so blue
Called him Simon, but he never knew
That name was meant for love, not chains
He only felt the fear, the shame

Cold Tail, Cold Tail, frozen in the snow
Chose his freedom but had nowhere to go
In between the fire and the endless night
A ghost cat wandering, searching for the light

He learned not to scratch, learned not to bite
But the hate grew deeper every night
Brothers disappeared to gentle homes
He hid under couches, behind the refrigerator, scared and alone

Through an open window, finally free
He chased the squirrels, and slept under the trees
But when winter came with ice and snow
The cold grew bigger than his soul could hold

Cold Tail, Cold Tail, frozen in the snow
Chose his freedom but had nowhere to go
In between the fire and the endless night
A ghost cat wandering, searching for the light

The chimera came with three fearsome heads to say
"This is your ninth life, your final day
Choose the shadows where the broken cats cry
Or walk the path where darkness meets the sky"

He ran from the choice, woke up alone
A spirit now, weightless as a stone
The sun passed through him, casting no shade
The hands kept calling but he was afraid

Through walls he walked, invisible and numb
He watched the brown eyes, where the warmth came from
Too late he saw what the hands had been
Not a prison, but a shelter from the wind

Cold Tail, Cold Tail, finally warm inside
The eyes looked down and really saw his life
No more fire, no more endless cold
Just eyes like stars rising, in a constellation of old

He chose the name they'd tried to give him
Chose to become Simon, chose to really live in
The space between gone and here
He found love melts the cold, love conquers fear

In a garage full of cousins and cream,
Sarah was born to a soft-purring dream.
White as a cloud and warm as the sun,
She tumbled through days that all rolled into one.
But the master came with a stranger’s smile,
Said, “This one’s bright, she'd be a good friend for your child.”
So Sarah was scooped in a towel and carried away,
To the start of a technicolor day.

All the cats of the rainbow, chasing their tails in the light—
Red and gold, green and indigo, seven hearts shining bright.
She was one, then seven, then one again,
Learning that she could be more than she’d been.
Oh, all the cats of the rainbow,
Purring at the edge of the prism’s spin.

The lab was a forest of mirrors and glass,
Where lasers hummed and shadows passed.
A ghostly tabby, both there and not,
Said, “Careful, kitten, you’ve been caught.”
Then light broke open, sharp and clean,
And seven little Sarahs spilled from the beam.
Red was lazy, blue was wild,
Green was calm, and violet smiled.

All the cats of the rainbow, chasing their tails in the light—
Red and gold, green and indigo, seven hearts shining bright.
She was one, then seven, then one again,
Learning that she could be more than she’d been.
Oh, all the cats of the rainbow,
Purring at the edge of the prism’s spin.

Seven hearts beating in harmony,
Seven selves learning what one could be.
When they came back together, she shimmered inside,
A living spectrum the sun couldn’t hide.

A boy in a paper hat with candles and cake
Held her close, said, “Rainbow, that’s your name.”
His laughter was gold, and her fur was white,
But inside, she still glowed with refracted light.
She danced with ribbons, she purred with glee,
All her colors alive, all her selves set free.
And when she dreamed beneath the sun,
Seven kittens breathed as one.

All the cats of the rainbow, chasing their tails in the light—
Red and gold, green and indigo, seven hearts shining bright.
She was one, then seven, then one again,
Learning that love is where colors begin.
Oh, all the cats of the rainbow,
Purring at the edge of the prism’s spin.

She was one cat, but one cat could be many,
And every hue of her heart was plenty.
All the cats of the rainbow,
Purring forever in the light.

The dog comes bounding back from his walk
Barking about squirrels and ducks
She's on the windowsill where she always sits
Watching a world she can't touch

He never thought about what she can't do
Never wondered what she sees
'Til he looked a little deeper
Past the surface and into the Siamese cat's dreams

In a cat's eyes there are kingdoms
Where the squirrels bow down like she's a queen
Where ducks dance in the moonlight
And nothing is as small as it seems
In a cat's eyes there are lifetimes
Stretching back through endless years
Galaxies behind the windows of blue, so clear
A whole string of universes, no one else can hear

He saw her lives unfold like pearls
On a goddess's silver chain
A black cat stalking, a tiger hunting
An alien creature with wings like falling rain

He fell into himself
Through the mirror of her stare
Saw himself as just one moment
In the vastness living there

The cat turned back to the window glass
A barrier her body could never break through
But inside her eyes are depths and distances
A foolish dog could never know

In a cat's eyes there are kingdoms
That a dog will never see
All the worlds he runs through freely
Are just shadows of what could be
In a cat's eyes there are lifetimes
Ancient, strange, and infinite
She can't follow where he's going
But she rules everywhere he's never been

He watches her in silence now
Finally understanding this:
She's trapped inside the house with him
But her mind is wider, deeper than the whole abyss