cats walk
in disproportionate
silhouette
casting shadows
too much like
themselves.
they hold forth
yet cannot
strike a pose.
cats sleep
in sunlight deep.
they cannot
help themselves.
it holds them
like a memory
which moulds them
still.
cats caress
with their eyes
and cradle
your heart
thereby.
consoling
with their souls
they hold you
as kindred.
cats are cataracts
of kindness
overflowing
in their fold.
behold.