The Simple Life

Sometimes I gaze into your face,
And think of the simplicity of your existence,

You don’t need to put on clothes, make-up,
or even take a shower to look your best.

When you’re hungry, you eat.
No need to think of calories, nutrition or your figure.
You don’t say, “hey, I had that last night.”
You eat what’s in front of you,
And don’t seem to enjoy it any less.

To sleep, all you do is put your head down and close your eyes.
You don’t toss and turn and think of the day.
You don’t mind if a big hand is resting on your tummy,
Or you’re sleeping on middle of the floor.
Bed of grass and 500-count threaded sheets are all the same to you.

You don’t live in a world of words,
You have just one, “meow.”
You’re never tongue-tied or worry you’ve said the wrong thing.

You’re happily oblivious of the clock,
And spend the day as you please.
No appointments, deadlines, or wake-up calls.

I gaze into your face,
And think, how splendid is the feline existence!