here are cats blinking,
cute and tired with smiles
shaking one another out of bed
snuggled in feathers, in
morning thought, they want to go
back to dreams,
so much energy,
jumping in fields
for the sake of jumping
stomping on flowers,
that do not feel pain
as if bleeding fed the
hungry, like self mutilation
fixed marriages, like rape
was a childhood dream,
like manic schizophrenic bipolar depression
was man’s best friends
and dogs floated off
into space
never to be seen again.