I used to be flexible
contorting my being
to fit
the world
as a child
my world
was wild
limitless
when I knew
what I wanted
to be
if I had
to be
in that
place
the when you grow up place
the essence I easily embodied
curling my feet
to my head
How could I not -
Sunny climbed into the crib
with me on day one
My instincts inspired and honed
like a cat
that combination of hearing
with a preternatural understanding
of cause and effect
sensing what is unseen
The years have stiffened me
settling me into the forgetful grind
it is a struggle
to bend
to rend
maleable
my will
for fear of falling
and not getting back up
but my tail is twitching
I feel the charge
sparking my spine
It is time
to bounce
November Poetry Project
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"So remember, Mr. Whiskers may be lazily lying on your couch or lap, but he knows what's going on around him. If he decides to pounce, he’ll know exactly where to jump without ever seeing the object that caught his attention" - Fischer Science.com
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