Read a Poem to your Kitten

No matter who these words were for 
A ghost you hate, a soul you adore
Take courage
Turn the page 
Disregard the eyes for whom it was written
And read out loud a poem to your kitten 

Fate is indeed a thread by the Parcae. 
This sparks no torment: a thread, is a kitten’s toy  
Prime Engined by curious paws’ choice,  
Undefeatable prey to play with.
To a kitten, obscurity remains a myth 
The yarn is found, wherever hidden, and
Shortened, 
With a billion ribbon-like loops:
Time, the price of deeper joys and truths

Kittens dance and revel, in the buzzing sawdust 
Of elder carved stars they dry their hair 
On dreamed rooftops every twilight
An intimate tête-à-tête with sunsets
Takes place; all they loudly gossip 
‘Bout the dinner they’ll go and steal 
When the gambrel’s reborn as sky
Its passing fervour a drying lemon 
– In the sky that cautiously dims
On fishbones crassly cleaned by ravenous rings
A cat observes as sky pilgrim unmoved by the ground 
Their dreams are long, their loves profound
And for no other reason poetry is written
Than to explain the awe in the heart of a kitten