The sleeping cat


I'm looking at my cat

She's peacefully sleeping

She's getting kind of fat

And each eye a little peeping


Oh how peaceful she looks

There on the clothing mound

In deepest sleep she shook

Clenching her paws with every sound


I wonder what she dreams about

The long day ahead

The little stuffed birdy

Or the kitty-cat bed


Or maybe something deeper

Like the inability to speak

The furniture getting steeper

The world becoming more bleak


I guess I’ll never know

What goes on through her head

She will soon wake up

And run around for no reason instead


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