This Cat
This cat runs free. Never again to be trapped in mediocrity; never again to be a victim of mendacity. This cat leaps high above the mainstream, bathing her in the warmth of unconditional fascination. She stretches her leg to the full moon and salutes Isis with her five spread toes. Her fur, shining like patent leather or the blackest crude reflects the dreamer’s eye. Never has this cat felt more alive. Her past is a distant thirst; her future an explosion of shooting stars.
This cat is a Coltrane ballad, a Nina Simone cry for justice. She is the absence of and the inclusion of every color. She wants to dance on the tip of the crescent moon and peer through cut eye so sharp it splits hair.
This cat wants to be caressed until she is so stimulated she must sink her teeth into the hand that feeds her.
This cat runs free into the world, into shadow lands, into a state of bliss. This cat runs free. This cat runs free.
Nocturnal Emissions 
EXCELLENT, MARCY! I JUST SHARED THIS PIECE ON FACEBOOK, IN YOUR NAME. YOU ART IS PHENOMENAL, MY DARLING! YOUR “VOICE” IS THRILLING ALWAYS, EVEN WHEN THE PIECE IS A DARK ONE, HUMMING SOME DEEP HURT. I JUST LOVE YOU FOR YOUR ART, AS IT COMES FROM A CHILD’S HEART & THAT IS A GOOD THING, I BELIEVE. I HAVE ONE TOO & I TREASURE IT AS A GIFT FROM GOD! ♥
beautiful, sharp words
:~)
This piece was inspired by you Mr. C. You gave me this motto. XO