Feral Children

In exile with my cat
How dreadfully romantic
At least a feline for company
In my motel sanctuary

Where are my other cats?
The blonde, the brunette, the brown one?
Cascading through an American night
And hopefully not too terribly lost

The blonde cat is a dreamer
All of her dreams come true
Including the nightmares
She is possessed by her destiny

The brunette cat is a seer
Her life wrapped up in prophecy
I take her warnings seriously
She never steers me wrong

The brown cat is a reveler
Swept up in the moment
She dances for me by the fire
And leads me on a magical journey

I love all of my cats
Past, Present, Future
Feral children
Conceived in the wild