Lost: Small and Grey with White Bib

today the cat was gone from the house
melted with the fall.
distribution of cat-molecules escaping cat-space
and out into the universe.
we searched the heavy asphalt hoping to find
some trace element, our minds turning out negative
and positive correlations with each street corner.
we searched the high places and green spaces
that people rarely tread, the walls of time
and vacuums that cats go, between
the phasing spheres of this world and the next.

all evidence pointed towards the conclusion
that our cat, a dust between the constellations,
now exists as dark matter does:
only in theory.