Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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In less precise terms, it didn’t seem necessary for Stevie to

cross over as there was plenty of room for him to do any sort of

imaginable aerial tricks right in El Dorado, without re-

encountering the mongrel demons, now congregated or impounded,

depending upon one’s outlook, in the dark of Kimrabort. Besides,

his red balloon ceased to provide any more upward momentum;

apparently content to hold onto its already lofty place.

But, he momentarily questioned his eyesight when he saw some

other cats and pooches cross the line; vague, amorphous, or

irregular as it might be. “Why are you going back to the

demons?” he said, in hopes of their turnaround.

He was answered with uniform replies of; “We are finally flying

to the sun. Can’t you see?”

He almost made no reply; it being so obvious to him. As a

possible middling approach, he held his meta ground, and

mumbled; “Yes; but the light is right here, and I knew both

Icarus and Phaethon. Can’t YOU see? The demons have leather

wings and we are still just poor waxwings. And no one wants to

be back with the demons, anyway.”

Thunder rang out, hollow and fierce as a lion’s extended growl

after lunch on the warm rock at the zoo. It actually may not

have, but Stevie thought that it said; “The wise go through un-