what if i took my rusted axe, <br />and chopped up the cross <br />of my self-denial, <br />would you come and stand by the fire? <br /> <br />what if i opened my eyes <br />and you could see through them, <br />as if my heart were a window, <br />would you shake for just a moment? <br /> <br />what if i laid down this body, <br />and took up wings of flight... <br />would you hear and know the sound of the sky <br />moaning against my freedom. <br /> <br />and what if i stood on your porch, <br />with my painter's brush and my broom, <br />would you recognize the scratching <br />of this old stray cat.... <br /> <br />and open the door to your secret room?<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-stray-cat/
