I'm going to transmigrate my psyche
into my cat.
Spend most days curled in a beanbag,
Emerging only for food, cuddles and a quick saunter round the garden.
On days like today,
I'll lay down in a shaft of sunlight
And playfight with my brother
In the tentative February glow.
I'll be well rid of human angst
And inner turmoil,
Content to acquiesce to occasional petting
Soaking up affection
Purring softly in response.