Cat dreams of mice
flocked and nestled together—
dressed in wool.
Sparks emit between them:
like lightning that is red-quiet
and does not touch ground.
Each mouse has a number
since Cat is sleeping
and counting 22, 23, 24…
And stirring, Cat rolls
over, head now upside down
paws now downside up.
Watching, we are afraid.
If Cat finishes counting—
which he never has—
we don’t know what will happen.
