This focal animal
Cat eyes peering, looking, seeing
Prey possibilities, orbs gleaming

What is he seeing?
What's he thinking, meaning?
Visions far or seeing near? Unnerving

Must have chasings, huntings
Must have a life, someones, a gleaning
Must show holy aloofness unswerving

Looking, thinking, cunning kit'ling
Seeing things when seems a'dreaming
Shadows, motes, or a spirits glowing

This cat sits here preening
Angel soft with demon feelings
Now losing focal intentions, seeming

The bird or spirit flies off freely
Window prisoned, the eyes grow sleepy
The cat now lies dozing, twitchy dreaming

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