The Cat

The cat is dancing the garden with other cats at night. She is a crown. "Meow~! Meow~!" she laughs. Sad crown. Sometimes, she is very hungry but she finds it harsh to force herself to eat. It is her favorite tuna. Each day, she will have a new fresh fish. But she is very conserved to eat it. She will finish it slowly but completely even the bone, sometimes. She drinks the milk all the time. It makes her drunk. Is it a dream or reality? Or it is the reality in a dream? She is blurred. But one thing for sure, the reality is more like a dream than a dream is. It does not matter whether it is a walking shadow, as long as the light is at the back. She cannot see light. She has to face the dark but she must realize: Following darkness, she will always followed by the light. It is never certain and promised about the future. Cold. Like a swimmer rushing in the middle of ocean to reach a land. Brave. One direction. Warm is always behind. Does she believe it?