On An Egyptian Cat

Dreaming cousin of the Sphinx,
Theme of a hundred statues of Bast,
Lying draped lean and loose in sunshine,
Do you ever wish you could relive the past?

Are you dreaming of the paths you walked
Between lily-twined and fish-filled pools,
When the people you encountered bowed
And praised your eyes like desert jewels?

Are you dreaming of the scent of flowers
In those gardens of Egypt long ago?
Are you dreaming of the golden light
Of those bright lands that never knew snow?

Are you dreaming of the honor they
Would pay to you when you died?
The eyebrows shaved, the mourning songs,
The bodies of cats like humans mummified?

Are you dreaming of a time of reverence,
When, for a single hour in the world's day,
The honor due to cats was given,
And in grace and freedom you could stray?

Or do your dreams go deeper than that,
Back to the primal impulse that first made
Your ancestors come in from the desert,
Forms sculpted of gold, eyes fashioned of jade?

Did you know, when you walked among men,
And heard the silence in your wake fall,
That here was someone who would love you,
And give the worship which your graces call?

But alas, O cousin of the Sphinx,
The answers to my questions lie beyond your stare.
In ancient Egypt it was as it is today:
The dreams of cats are not for men to share.