Cats in the Cradle – Art by Bree<\/p><\/div>\n

I’m gonna drum it up and hum it up and
\nstrum it up…<\/p>\n

I’m gonna shape the shapes,
\nthe ones I’d like to walk through
\ncool back o’ cat, tail swaying way
\nwalking answer through the doorway
\nof a question<\/p>\n

I’m gonna be it
\nand believe it
\nboth before
\nand when
\nI see it<\/p>\n

I’ll pray on my knees
\nor meow like the wind
\ncalls the absolute<\/p>\n

Tight
\nI’ll yoke on
\nthe cat’s cradle steering wheel
\nhands that cycle seasons,
\nthe commitments<\/p>\n

And kindle good energy
\nthrough my chakras,
\nloose spine tinkle
\nmy steering wheels
\ntoo<\/p>\n

And when I need it
\nthe self-reliant conjuring bulk
\nof my generative purr<\/p>\n

I’m going to open my spread,
\ncat stretching back scratching carpet
\nsalting all from the axis
\nof the midnight sun
\nto the lap
\nof Capricorn<\/p>\n

Fertility of diversity
\nfrom obtuse to acute<\/p>\n

Avenues, lines, cradle,
\nso many pickup sticks,
\nlongitudes and latitudes<\/p>\n

Whiskers<\/p>\n

Kat scratched spectrums of
\nmeditative reflections<\/p>\n

~ Lady Purr<\/p>\n