Silk feet pad across my floor,
I see all those surroundings clear. Black, white;
You can’t smell the details you can see,
But I have my senses tuned right up.
Don’t wake me when you rise. Up out,
But I have rights to call you down;
If ever there is some movement,
Just bet I’ll be right onto it. Pounce.
Go higher, higher, and I am able
To fly without the wings I chase
My abilities are far greater. Yawn, stretch.
Look. Here I am, I’m long and short,
I’m sharp, yet soft if you do me right;
I’m there, I’m here. And dart about.
My lives live on into the night.