Cat Runs With a Purpose

Brushing the surface as he walks,
The cat never touching the ground fully,
Furry feet fleeing from foul friendships.
The monkey lied, and laughs from a tree.

Riding on the back of a pickup truck,
Casually licking a paw, nonchalance a lifestyle,
Hurrying helplessly hoping he hides his hurting heart.
To a cold city, strings still exiting his fur, he runs.

Keep cool eyes, yellow ice, lazy keen.
Body still, yet ready for movement,
Signals sound slowly so simpleton steals solitude.
No matter the raucous twittering, birds can be silenced.

Jumping from sinking stone to sinking stone,
The cat chases his dreams while flying from the mouths.
Oriental orifices outing obscene oaths of oblivion.
The dogs can stay beneath the glass, cat scurries atop clouds.

Never staying too long; no dust settles on his coat.
Each objective fresh and new; hands keep turning.
Time to tell the thorns to take themselves to the therapist.
Shadows flickering from the quick feet of the feline.