Crazy cat whirls from wall to wall,
leaps over tables; whisks down the hall.
Flies up the staircase, finds ribbons and bows,
springs down to teak cabinets, flips cereal bowls.
Crazy cat gleefully chases the ghosts,
of fresh brewed coffee and cinnamon toast.
Reaching the top, he gracefully glides,
onto the fridge, where he sits and sighs.
Crazy cat slows and trots ‘cross the floor
carefully entering my bedroom door.
Drapes his years over my knees,
Dancing in dreams, he smiles as he sleeps …
by Kim Cady
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