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Sometimes
I watch
The cat
Turn into
A bag
It's the strangest
Thing
And I don't know
How she does
It
No smoke or mirrors
No slight of hand
One minute
A cat
The next a bag
Sometimes
I watch
The bag
And no matter
How hard it
Tries
It cannot turn
Itself
Into a cat
Or anything else
For that matter
Once
Very late at
Night
So very late
It was probably
Morning
I watched a jumper
Turn into
A cat
And that was
Truly a sight
To see
Though when I
Got up
To stroke it
It wasn't a cat
At all
Just a pile of
Clothes
In a washing basket
So now I wonder
If ever there
Is a cat
At all
Or even a bag
Or a pile of
Clothes
For that matter
Is anything
Really
There
At all
Or is everything
Just my eyes
Playing
Tricks
With
What once
I thought
Was maybe
The shadows
Of the
Light
