I have a cat

I have a cat,

Her name is Lilith

She knows much more than me

And she’s a living genius so to speak.

Lilith is a black intellectual being

She’s the smartest of the smartest

She has her own religion

And she thinks, standing calmly on the wall,

Her own ideas and philosophies

Which no human could conceive.

I have this cat, and she rubs

Her face on my legs,

I know, I know

When she meows she wants a cuddle

But if I wasn’t here she wouldn’t care.

Lilith is a precious being,

She is indifferent to everything

As the world is indifferent to her.

She meows, purrs like a machine

When she sees the morning light

Rising above the trees, she seems happy

Happy not for the morning that rises

But for the moment of a different breeze.

When night arrives, her pupils widen

I see the unsettling in her semblance

I notice her unrest for the noises and snaps

Around the wooden walls of our home.

In the evening, soon after the sun is drawn from the horizon

When sunlight gives its last darker colors, like a bleeding child

The spirit of this joyful and stoic animal seems to glow in radiance

And she flees from my care and just the other day she returns tired and sick.

It is a free spirit,

That of Lilith's

A free feline soul

Roaming around the streets.

At times, near the fireplace of our room

I can speak to her in special tongue

That only she and me understand entirely.

Her look is partially insane and serene

Like the ocean awaiting the tempest.

Her broad fan of ideas haunts me

As how could an animal think like this?