The Cat In Her Eyes Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The cat in her eyes
It thought
It thought
The eyes dilated and
Enlarged
Sometimes
Turned red
But always thought
Thought like a bee
Buzzing round
And that will not go:
In your brain
There be thoughts
(lesser than us?)
We still know not
You still know not
And will not express:
Your speech is just the meows
And
You hear the purrs
The patterns of the meows
But we stop there
And
You cease there.
Count all the brains
However tiny
And you will pain
Your heart
In losing
What be locked in them.
At least,
A consolation,
We dig inside our brains
More feverish than we have done
And
There will be more coming from that
Same Subconscious Fount
That at night
Leaves only with dreams and little
More.
We must dig there, precede
The dreams,
Include the dreams and more…
The discoveries be
In the more, my Monsignor.
I saw a bat flying near to my
Face
Dusk is deep going down
And I must go.