A Different Dimension

• Alisha Khan-toma, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2017

The black stray cat was mysterious, and looked about,
as if it was looking for a way out.
It hissed and its fur was on end,
it was not pretend.
Billy ready to run, the cat raced,
raced like there was no time,
it jumped up into the air and looked as if it could fly.
The cat suddenly disappeared into the air,
With confusement, Billy stared...
Ever since then, he stayed inside,
Especially on Friday nights.
The day when the black stray first arrived.
The cat that he thought was just a dream,
As it seemed to be,
But A Different Dimension
was yet to be believed…