Catatonic (Poetry)

He finds a corner drenched in sun
and settles in a daze
soaking up all that remain
of summer’s soothing rays.

Sculpted by the slanting light
lulled by constant heat
he hardly breathes but stays dead still
curled clockwise — head to feet.

A living rock that blots the lawn
sun gleaming off black fur
a daring squirrel bounces by
ignored — cat fails to stir.

In trance — completely out of it
the inner feline gone
hunting on a higher plain
some mystic echelon

for meditation and release
while flesh is left behind
paused in catatonic state
thus setting free his mind.