Oh, what do you see, Cat? It puzzles me so.
When you're
just staring up at the wall.
You spotted a
spider there, four years ago,
Although now I see nothing at all.
Perhaps you’re
engrossed in some Zen meditation
And you’re comatose, deep in a trance.
But very few gurus have your
concentration,
So it might be extremely small ants.
You started at seven when I first awoke,
And right now it’s quarter-past three.
Sometimes I suspect it’s a practical
joke
That’s designed just to mystify me.
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