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.

Where have you been?

Monday
Closed
Tuesday
Closed
Wednesday
Closed
Thursday
Closed
Friday
Closed
Saturday
Closed
Sunday
Closed

Where the sky

looks like sea

and houses float,

where the light is reflected

and you move by boat,

skulling around

and into the air,

following tides

no one knew was there,

washing the sky

with electric blue,

enjoying the world

with a higher view.

A dream like world,

a better place.

A planet in

a different place.

A brand new universe,

To explore in space.

And no WordPress I don’t want to display opening times why won’t you let me delete my mistake?