a cat on the end of spring

spring's end...
i've been looking to my cat with indulgence,
as he sadly came home.

he walked a lot and he must be tired,
he cleaned himself up
and was taking a nap.

and he was dreaming wonderful catish dreams.

he has ben seldom blinking
to see the bitter reality
that has been abbruptly stoping
his wonderful dream.

but i... i can no longer dream.