RJM (April 11,1987 / México)

The Cat

i´m dreaming of solitude.
there´s a meadow surronded by green eyes,
they have a brave attitude,
flowers with mustache,
the roar of the oak tree calls up,
the wind feels like hair in my face,
i can´t breath, so i wake up.

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Hi Roberta. I had a pet cat named Ozzie. For what ever reason, he'd like to fall asleep on my head...lol. I like this poem! AND, I understand the imagery! Good stuff. L