Last night I dreamed I met a cat
named Soleeta Lee,
and something in her manner seemed
familiar to me.
To look into her eyes which were hazel
like my own
was to look into a mirror and find
someone else at home.
Now it seems less like a dream and
more a memory
of another life when I may have been
the cat, Soleeta Lee.
#190
Find some land and some wood, build a house.
Use your heart and your brain, find a spouse.
Work when it’s light,
Sleep when it’s night,
When the weather is bad don’t go out.
Find a spade and some seeds, plant a garden.
Add a cow and some hens to the yard and
grow them some food,
they’ll do the same for you.
Get a sensible dog who will guard them.
Find the deadfalls and snags, cut wood
that will fit in your stove and burn good.
dowse a well for your water.
Raise sons and daughters.
build a cellar to hold all your food
There are other things that would be nice,
like a black and white cat to catch mice,
songs you can hum,
guitars to strum,
and books you would read more than twice.
That’s a pretty darn good life.
#101
I had a plan of where to be and what to do and say
But chaos overtook my plan and random far away
and, tangled in string theory, that dimension now is loath
to interpret my existance as alive or dead or both.
If Schrodinger had named his cat he never would have thought
to use him in experiments and put him in a box.
I think I’ll spring Schrodinger’s cat, name him Chuck, and so,
like anomalous phenomena, we’ll just pick up and go.
#75
He’s an old cat
Black and white and claws
Grumpy meow
Prone to smack first and lick later
But he’s a friend of mine.
He has a name.
He has a soul.
And I’ll miss him when he’s gone
I think he knows this
Sometimes I see it in his eyes.
Yes, he’s a friend of mine.
#43
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Linda Studley is a writer, songwriter, independent recording artist, and sometime graphic artist living in Northern BC, Canada
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