Hi everyone,

Please find below the latest entry in Purrsday Poetry by angloswiss from The Cat Chronicles:

Astral Feline

You might think I am sleeping
But I would be telling a lie
I am travelling in space
and flying so high
Felines waste no time,
we have to sleep long
we visit our origins
Where we really belong
Earth is just a satellite
for food and our drink
Humans are a colony
Where we like to have a link
Our home is far away
on a distant astral plain
It is populated by felines
Where we begin to train
one day we go further
to find some good turf
The best place for slaves
is the planet earth
The humans they feed us
and give us to drink
They care for our recycling
and give us time to think
We need no action,
we have much to give
Our astral  territory
is the place where we live
So if you think we are sleeping
we are just repairing our claws
We are actually at a distance
entering our feline doors.

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