All the way from the Cat Sky.
Up to the caterpillar stop in half cocoon,
in the summer wave we siblings find each sky.
each other unwant to learning.
Who knows the far big black ant will push the slumber,
to earn or to die.
Yet the tomb stone mentions.
Very positive and So long..
And the cabbin seems quiet but shines down from the Sun.
I guess little daughter would like to pay a visit.
Waiting for the trash on purpose to be wipe out.
Waiting for the love on the bus to send her home.
There were no cats to be found.
The meat on the table can hardly be refused.
But the sky of the Cat,
seems hiding away from all the noise and lies.
Down at home mind if i was in eternity.