I love the way my cat looks
On spring-ish autumn days
Ignoring everything and
Hiding under the shade
Black bugs crawling through white fur
Dandelion pillows on green earth
Then I remember being young
Sticks became swords under the sun
I could fly if I closed my eyes
And truly believed
But that was some time ago
A different cat in my home
I was so much younger
And so was my house
And so were the trees