Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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dark was noticeably dark to any pussycat or pooch not blind, and

produced a perceptible end of the detectable glow for most who

were.

Perhaps because of being the first cat to reach the vague,

twisting, and amorphous line; it not yet trampled by many paws,

Stevie thought that he had seen it plainly. While some parts

were distinctly clear, the more vague configurations didn’t

encompass wide spaces; and with all the other space available it

seemed an easy, in fact unthinking, decision for him to maintain

complete safety by being simply rationally risk averse toward

the relatively tiny and likely inconsequentially bloated

borderlines with their humorously logical audacity to overstate

their insignificant perception of faux “significance,” knowing

that some didn’t know the trick.