What if the mirror told
I was no longer there
Taken, stolen, gone, away
Would you think to care

Would you put up
‘Lost Cat’ flyers
On tall trees 
From here to there

Would you seek me 
Desperate
For my marching
In your hair

If the warm winds took me
To pillows that allow
My sleepy and my crazy
Would you miss my meow

Tell whether you would fight the winds
For each of our nine lives
To bring me back, once and for all
And marry my green eyes