Sitting outside, I feel something burning,
Hot like the launching of a rocket.
Reaching down and feeling around,
The sun heated up the keys in my pocket!
To those who loved and lived in nature,
Like Marlin Perkins and old Euell Gibbons,
Bet they never witnessed wildlife quite as fierce
As Sammy chasing ribbons.
Birds are singing, the sun is peeking,
Windows are open for the sweet, cool breeze.
I’m lying in bed with a purring kitten, thinking
Sunday mornings are made for these…
Anger, depression, misery and cruelty,
We’ve had all we can take of that.
Wouldn’t life be much more pleasant,
If everyone behaved like a cat?
Contended grin fills my face,
Perhaps I am just smitten.
But nothing makes me feel at home,
Like sittin’ with my kitten!