The fifth dimension of roofs

Игорь Грей Балацкий
My cat has got a secret door
into the fifth dimension.
And every time he goes there
he wants me to come with him.
Last night he looked back before leaving
and made the inviting call.
I shook my head and pointed at the laptop.
He sniffed, shrugged his
shoulders and disappeared.
And I went back to my writings.
I looked at the window
watching the rooftops
gazing into the sky full of stars
and thinking that someday I surely would
accept my cat’s invitation.