Where do old cats go when they dream?
Back to a time at mother's breast,
to grow and sleep the sleep of innocence.
Perhaps to play and pounce?
becoming a hunter of shadows?

Where do old cats go when they dream?
Back to an age of strength and prime,
daring birds at the window to play.
In secret contemplation of happy years
so full of love and little joys

Where do old cats go when they dream?
Content now only to watch one more sunset,
wanting warmth and solitude.
The clock now counting each heartbeat
in a body now accepting final rest, but unafraid.