I was a cat
In a prior life
Of this I am
Certain.
I can sleep for
Hours.
Love napping in the
Sun.
I’ll allow a little
Petting
Just don’t get too
Rough.
My claws are
Sharp, but I keep them
Sheathed
Don’t annoy me
Too much or
I might show my
Teeth.
No one knows my
Thoughts;
Those I keep
Hidden
Behind my Mona Lisa
Smile
I’m still just a
Kitten.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
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I’m not sure I was a cat but I have had the urge to climb curtains. This is an interesting poem. Picturing ourselves as someone else in a past life, yes, but I’ve never known someone to picture their past life as a cat. Awesome!!
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Thank you; although, the more I think about it the more I know that cats are much more evolved than we are, so I could only aspire to be one someday.
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