Space Cat Odyssey

Tom Nook, Tom the raccoon crook Tom took my pride in swift strides Right after I sat beside and lied To a man I felt obligated to confide All my secrets to beneath the immeasurable blue Or rather a shifting hue The clouds were passing through Obstructing the frail sun, at that point, painted so pale As I journeyed to some avail Failed by the pitiful propulsion along the rail Debris sickened air, or that tell-tale sign of a tail (An impending anxiety with my will starting to bend) At Nine P.M. I was at the end Of the line. In a shrink-wrapped hometown of mine A pristine synthetic smile sent Glass shocks down through my spine "Welcome home! You're not known You are all alone. You are alone Don't worry your little head." Tom said "I will put you in a bed, I will find you a home" Despite what he was saying it felt like he was weighing My worth, and for what it's worth It didn't seem as though he were laying The foundations of my financial devastation The keys were given without reservation I could discerningly tell pressures held The need for bells: specifically my bells Tom's well of good will starting to run dry What little water left laced with lye Whispering, "It's time, fine friend of mine Get in line. Grab whatever tool you can find" Alluding to treasures underneath or in the trees Or possibly working criminally close to free Clothed like my creditor, rehashing his creed Conscious of my condemnation My somewhat systematic relaxation Was nothing more than an appeasement for more A larger home or decorations I had no use for My material motivations apparent unlike before Unstitching my pursuits for spare change Making the strange town seem deranged Tom seemed hurt, a shift that burned Firmly told me to put my words on the curb Then stomped every objection that he heard Turning my corporeal form to weeds growing Changing my hands to paws floating I was choking on my self engulfed in hair Rising to somewhere far more fair The rocket ship carried the kitten Softly scared and severely smitten Slicing through the scarlet skies Plastic clouds linked by zip ties Wondering whiskers against the glass Into the blackness uncontrollably fast Widening the inches between the stars Seated in a plutonium cone shaped car Then turned his head back to earth Meowing softly in regret at first Thinking of friends left behind Or lamenting what his love would find Released only by the gravity around None of which was to be found Among cosmic pebbles spiraling in shapes Not ready to find out what movement takes Crash Landing, a misunderstanding Between the rocket car and forces of gravity The scientist witnessed all of this Through the lens of a telescope adjusted finely The master of science recognized the reliance Of the kitten precariously pitted in peril Trapped deeply inside, the methods of his ride Echoing a tortured scream ringing, "Terrible!" Rushing so soon to the top of the moon In her scientifically calibrated hot fume balloon Searing intentions pierced the icy extensions Of the sick ship trapping a dreadful tune The space cat came out with a joyous shout Without knowing a thing about his unlikely savior Greeting, with a meow, meaning, "Good evening Thank you for the considerate display of kind behavior" The scientist replied finding her beliefs aligned Taking time with a sigh and slow mindful meow Trying to say, "I'm glad I saved the day But there are some concerns I must speak aloud Recall the colors that smothered your eyes Fantastic plastic hues seamlessly tied together? Neither the chemical aroma or decimated biota Can be considered consequences of the weather The trajectory of this most surely tragic story Is still uncomfortably fixated on you Possibly because of gender in spite of my ingenuity This restful reality, in actuality, is only arbitrarily true" The intended meanings of the meowed things Ultimately were lost in translation The space kitten looked at the scientist His head crooked in a confused fascination Then a sudden event had the space cat attentive Peering past his perceptions into the scientist's hand Seeing a seductive and solitary remote button Linked to a science machine to get him out of this jam And he wanted to get out of this jam The paw was on the button: enormous and red Despite his anxiety the kitten quietly said "I think I'm ready to go home now I think I'm ready to go home now" The science machine made a considerable click Followed by the moonscape's massive split The ground broke in jagged twisting arcs And the kittens were swallowed by the dark Falling beneath the surface feeling tragic Wishing that the clouds were not still plastic Dreading their expected roles in the world The thought of credit making their blood cut Closing their eyes, mid-fall at last Reforming their beings somewhere in the past I awoke, peering up from my game Between my love and a stranger on the train