Puple Cat’s paw

He stretches out a paw.

Just look at him leap.

Sharpens his claws.

While the world is asleep.

Bounds over rooftops.

Out into the night.

Rips out a space time.

Squeezes in the light.

Here comes the event horizon.

Just look at him and grin.

Winks an eye

Says goodbye. And hops right in.

He saw the sky sink from the earth where you sat.

Turning back word down and round to a most auspicious star.

Crunching number into one in the flight of a falconer.

In the foaming brine he dives as fast as mill wheels strike.

On the curld clouds he rides out into the night.

But you can hear his dreadful thunderclaps as he bounds through space.

Telling matter where to be. Telling time to be a space.

The point of singularity is not something he can miss.

He opens up a universe with just one little hiss.