In a Vision

I bought a stuffed creature today in a vision

Cat swats like a storybook animal in a vision

Sometimes a cat toy is only a hollow thing with feathers

Sometimes it is a five hundred page novel in a vision

Cat sniffed the creature and walked south tail whipping

Scratches away at herself satisfied in a vision

There is no version where the cat does not love you

Even when tears blur and scar her vision

But see, I am the cat and the toy and the scratch

I am the hollow thing in a vision.

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