A cat has nine lives, nine choices- mistakes.
Some cats cower in corners far in the dark,
others replay their lives and watch all the outtakes.
They wonder if they can fix each cue mark.
I feel cornered in each set of lives.
I live my lives simultaneously.
In every era are many archives.
I don’t act it all spontaneously.
A cat’s choices are premeditated.
Either by a past life or much stalking.
Explanations are abbreviated.
Despite all they live in fear of mocking.
The cat was not invited to the feast,
is what I see in front of me a beast?