“Come to me, come to me,

Come to me,

You, my missing, vagrant fleas!

Come back to me,” the lonely cat

Sang helplessly into the night.

But in the light of consciousness,

In the heart of a heavenly flight of a dream,

In the deep sleep that only a cat,

Or a yogi can know,

The negation of the objective world

Occurs, and the cat purrs.

So soundly napping,

She realizes,

Those fleas have always been a part of her

All along,

And they always will be,

If we could only fathom that!

Ahhhhhhh! if we could only fathom a cat

Who misses her fleas!

-jenn