Lost Cat

By Damien Lilly

I am only an inside cat.

My life is warm like a fire,

but my heart is strong like a tiger.

So I left my home.

I searched for an answer.

How to become a tiger.

How to go back to the jungle,

but I am only an inside cat.

I looked for food, 

and I found an old loaf of bread.

The bread was like a fish 

and I was the fisher who got the reward of catching it.

I looked back at my home, 

It felt like the house was a car and I was its owner.

I had a longing to look back at the house as if it belonged there.

I resisted and ran along looking for something.

I don't remember what it was but I kept looking.

I ran through the forests, I waded through the rivers.

Longing to find the wild cat inside me.

Until something.

I´m not sure what it was, 

but my eyes closed, 

I tumbled through the darkness.

Into something,

A memory,

a story,

a place.

I saw a cat,

a tiger running swiftly through the jungle

I saw it stop and turn around.

It looked directly into my eyes.

It stood there for a while staring.

Then it turned and ran away.

I followed.

Then I fell through the darkness,

Back to the place I was before

I looked at myself,

and I saw that Tiger that I felt inside me.