You are not
to be caged;
you are feline and you
are misunderstandable

You fly and spin, you spark
spark off your delectable fire-smile
You weave dreams and make them live,
you spin little philosophies and make people wonder,
wonder, Where did you come from?  and What did I do for light
before you?

January ’07


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