Cat Napping Oh to be a pussy cat asleep by choice... Curled up decision they rise fully awake, not entrenched by minor or major problems, the stuff of everyday human configurations: Aging, missing envelopes, frailties of hominoids, dispersing defeat... a home feline's under sail. No promises, "Your check is in the mail!" No hour counting: a homebody, food set aside, a purr heard, "I've found a treasure," a walk away, later, when I've stretched a bit, find new toys A rubber band, fluff on the rug, a dropped pill. Now when the going is difficult, the opponent who wins the bout, a frustrating hand or toe, insoluble conditions: I turn, a haughty manner, a shrug... there I'll leave this environment, onward better mysteries, unravel toilet paper, a scratch, a casual itch, petroleum jell. A brief cat nap, rest; find a comfortable place else to sit. Seeks not immortality, riches, philosophies, balanced books, discovering a hiding spot: quiet, darkness, warmth... look and stare at the world outside: squirrel, bird, bug... The unseen too, ancestors wild, relatives caged in zoos, "When I'm down right ready then I'll relax and snooze." Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York. |
