I wake up and see so many things,
always different from yesterday.

Today I'm going fishing.
But I must not allow myself
to focus on the worms or
on the death of the worms,

We went out early in the morning,
before sunrise,
The early bird catches the worm;
the early worm catches the prize.

And we caught many more
than the others!!
Getting up before sunrise
is a secret known to the wise.

On the end of my cane pole, a bamboo stick, really,
hangs a thin fishing line, about twenty feet out,
Attached with a bobbin, a lead sinker and a hook

Threaded on the hook is the worm
which I've lowered into the water
from the pole I'm dangling from
the low dock jutting out into the pond

I see the first fish I catch!
I feel powerful and horrible
and proud at being the best!
My catch is the biggest one yet!

It is similar to a cat chasing a bird.
The bird is innocent,
but the cat gives in to the chase
with no ill will, instead,
blessed by God, the gift...to be a cat.

It is not easy being a cat.
God gave to the cat, nine lives
to fall back on, in case of being
thrown off a roof by a ruthless
boy who is curious to see
if it will land on it's feet.
The cat is now down to eight

A bird chased by a teenage kitten
must learn to fly if it's to survive.
Nature's timing for the offspring
does not support favoritism.

But it happens anyway.
There is always one in the nest
That the mother bird loves the best.