I do not hear the most pleasant things
At night when my cat’s collar bell rings.
I hear spirits whispering,
and the ding-a-ling-a-ling
My playful cat wears.
But while these sounds seem like
I know that if I walk downstairs to see the bustling of a reunion of sorts, I will only see my cat.
Looking around at the emptiness,
Which sounds like a busy commotion.
But nothing and nobody and no one is there.