Dream Storm Approaching

In my darkened room,
I sit,
legs reclined,
feet resting on top of one another

a cricket plays a lonely concerto
for the
night
steadily marching
towards the
day,

In the distance
lightening flashes
my cat,
his long black
tail
hanging from
his window perch,
pays no notice

I think sometimes
maybe we are all
just dreams
of one small sleeping cat
overlooked,
unloved

eyes closed
body rising in rhythm
up and down
up and down,
paws curled under its chin
ears
twitching
absently,

A light,
silent
reaches out across
an unknowing distance
insurmountable
and more deafening
than the
lives we have lost
or have failed to lead,

cats know this
very well,
or
atleast
they should,
they
sure
sleep through
alot.