Poetry Chamber

Cat Fire

Cats skulking in the crisp sunlight, their bellies an endless vibrating purr

They yearn for the heat that the hearth inside the frosted window weaves.

Flames flapping, fizzling into embers of nothing and ashes of everything

Like our lives…

What are our lives? Why are we here? We never learn…from year to year.

All I want is for you to see what I see, for you to get what I get…

But you never will. Is your yellow my yellow? Is your black my black?

 

The cat’s heavy eyes became fuzzy as his breath smudged the foggy window.

He would never get inside the glass. The flames were a mirage of his dreams.

His dream of an existence. To feel.  To be free. To fall.

 

But he would never fall again.

Author: Claire Fox

20 year old blogger from cork

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