Cats

There is more than one way
to skin a cat, they say, but perhaps
I am not for skinning one
today; perhaps the light is such
to let a cat lay, and see
where that takes me instead...
But cats do not lay
in their sun-blessed beds for long
lest they are
held there by some magic;
some curse;
most cats are fickle and find
ways to search and seek their way
out. Far be it from me to be
a mouse, and let the cats play
with my tail or my head,
that said, I take pains to stay,
when I can desire no other,
and mix my elixir every which way,
forever,
dream-led,
no calculating witch at all, but a gentle,
honest sorceress instead.