Cat Cafe

The ancestors loved their cats
It seems
Their soothing nature
Filled their dreams
With wonderment and objective
Thought
Which is why they are now sought

Zen apparently began to find
That watching cats
Can free one’s mind
Inconsequence connectedness
And affinity without the stress

A sort of kinship has now grown
Proportionate and can be full blown
Pertinent to know one’s place
When you are really in their space
The relationship is one that they
Actually control they say
Its a factor anyway
And essential if they are to stay

Freedom is their want in life
A frame of mind thats free of strife
Their terms proffer the relationship
Thats their perspective which they let slip
Independent thats their way
Owing nothing, and, they play
The detached extra terrestial hand
Which humans do not understand

Sweet and sour they tend to be
Full of originality
Playful if they think you be
Likely to, with them agree
An eminence and nobility
They hold the aces
And they be

Acting simply but complex
Preening stretching how they flex
Their collective tenacity
Their oneness and integrity
Harmony and integration
Self-sufficient an salvation

In Tokyo these qualities
Of authorship that tend to please
Are now incorporated in a cafe
Where you have a bite to eat and stay
A while to watch the many cats
Twenty breeds and your chats
No doubt will be
With the cats too actually

They are looked after fluffed
And brushed
A gathering of blushed and plushed
An assemblage of angelic souls
Whose poise brings joys
To girls and boys

Their pink noses and padding feet
A focus if its where you meet
Really a blessful rendezvous
With eccentricity as a clue
And so you sit and pass the time
Caress a cat if it might climb
Or watch them for their time is real
The cat cafe where Cats can be
Watching humans having tea.