Magic Cap

To wear this cap is to touch your mind.
You flinch at first, but patient I'll be,
since before long you'll respond in kind.
In some small way, we two become one,
and I see things I could never see
if I never looked through Musk Cat eyes,
not blinded by dim Dezorian suns.
It begins simply, with feeding times,
and organizing a set routine.
More complex then, with verse and rhyme.
We write identical symphonies.
I never knew a kitten could
grasp these concepts so obscure.
In fact, you now know more than I,
though you teaching me might seem absurd.
Talk to me, my precious pet,
tell me of souls you wish you'd met,
of loss and love and everything
that might make up my life,
or the life of any knave or king,
but instead solely resides
within a tiny kitten's mind.