The cats IN the bag

He’s in there,

curled up,

asleep,

he fell in love

with this bag.

Soft blue dreams,

wafting from its open top.

Watch out cat,

feet pass you,

within inches,

but you are not disturbed.

You sleep on,

chasing toy mice,

feathered toys,

racing against jaguars and tigers.

Feeling Fleet footed.

Curled up, warm,

happy paws.

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