My Cat by Will Musham

My cat is like a drifting cloud,
He stands alone but he's a crowd,
He sees some things that are not there,
Or if they are, I'm unaware,
My cat is wont to disappear,
Then suddenly he's standing near,
I think my cat's a part of me,
The part that's scary mystery,
Sometimes his eyes take on a glaze
As if recalling ancient days
When his shadow swooped and slid
Across a gleaming pyramid
My cat is sometimes like a mist,
A mist that's exhibitionist,
He sleeps and dreams upon my knee,
Sometimes I think he's dreaming me

My cat is like a violin,
A subtle brew of yang and yin,
Something ancient something new,
A watercolor fur haiku,
His essence is both earth and sky,
My little furry samurai,
Electric voltage in the night,
Tiger tiger burning bright
So like a roman vase,
Bits of Venus, bits of mars,
See him there in candle light,
He is his own archetype,
He's something honest, something sly,
He can love and terrify,
He is straight yet so contrary,
Another world's emissary

As to why I wrote this song,
Well I will miss him when he's gone,
He will leave and yet he stays
To go with me throughout my days

• Folk
• rock
• Ithaca