by: Shirley Satterfield
My it must be nice
Just to be a cat,
Eating and drinking and getting real fat,
No past, no future, only the present moment
Under a bird song’s spell,
No future worries in heaven or hell.
It’s so complicated being a human each day
With a mind that goes backwards and forwards and every which way.
For if only I were a simple minded cat,
There would be a lot of peace in that.