It is told in the oldest book that
all cats must have two dreams.
The second a tale
of the fertile crescent,
land of Nebuchadnezzar.
A place of long ago.
Only to leave,
for reasons of their own.
On a great adventure.
Maybe they first travelled
on Abraham’s road to Canaan.
Before they became gods,
and tellers of riddles,
on the banks of that north
flowing river.
“Where one gives birth to the other,
who in turn gives birth to the first”
©️ Dai Fry 10th May 2020.