My poem for today.
By Beth Greshwalk
If she had it her way, she would be an indoor cat,
every day a hot radiator, a soft sofa cushion, a warm, willing lap, naptime, respected and
expected, oh, to be rested, sleeping through
it all, never having to explain, you’ll love her anyway, a body velvet to the touch, cute no
matter what, graceful footsteps and a face of
unsolved mystery, eyes that glow in the dark, worshipped for her independence, when she
says no, people listen, safe from a world
she could watch from a window, watch and learn, watch and learn, no pressure to act,
getting what she wants, when she wants, like love,
and sleeping through it all.