There is a cat made of light
On my window
watch them sun glow
sometimes they wake me up in the morning
There’s sometimes a cat made of shadow
it hides from the rain
and my worrying mind’s brain
There is a cat made of stars
blinking and meowing
purring and scratching
latching onto the window with its claws
There is a white cat it’ll find me death
it’s name it’s Azrael
and when it’s on my shoulder
I will walk into the life beyond skin
and never get any older.