Feline In A Dream

Introduction

This is for this challenge put together by Raymond G. Taylor that you can read about here, and I am glad it has given me a reason not to write a poem, as poetry makes me feel I am being lazy although I suppose this may turn out to be a prose poem.

The music is "Is It A Dream?" by Classix Nouveaux

Feline In A Dream

Am I awake or am I dreaming I really don't know. I am naked on a bed but everything around me is melting into a metaphysical swirl, a whirlpool of cloud and I am at the centre on an eiderdown, reflecting sleep warmth.

I watch a cat, but he does not see me and he is intent on a bird that has landed from the whirling air, ruffling its feathers in a silent manner.

Will the cat pounce? I am not sure, should I stroke it? Maybe not.

We have made this tableau, me a cat and a bird, a living trinity, waiting for something to happen.

Nothing moves.

We are part of a painting and the only way out is if I wake, the cat pounces, or the bird flies off.

So we wait.

And wait

And wait

As others observe this dreamlike work of art.