A Lazy Poem

I feel like a cat right now.

Lounging around the house without a care.

They like to sit under cars when it’s hot

I like to sit under a roof of a house.

I don’t have a tail I can flicker from side to side –

So I just lay on my back and stare at the ceiling, at the spinning fan.

Maybe I’ll glance over at the titles of the books that line the walls.

I hear birds chirping outside – but I’m too lazy to go out and catch them.

I’m not a cat, I’m just lazy and I’m trying to find a metaphor.

It’s not really working.

So I’m ending this poem.

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