The logic of this verse fails, but hey, poetic license rules!
I watched my cat Sunshine engrossed in play,
Tossing a discarded two-inch yarn thread.
Then—pouncing upon it—untrammeled glee
His aura, as he pummeled, clawed it dead.
This for ten minutes (a human hour!)
Spent, bored, he left the thread, sipped a cool drink
Munched a bit of rich wet food, licked and scoured
His creamy fur, found a patch of sun, blinked,
Curled tight and slept with that firm abandon
Only animals possess! My envy,
Palpable (wringing my arthritic hands)—
I mused on evolution’s banditry.
Perhaps, it could have paused at somewhat less—
Left me fur-balled, and free of human stress?
(12/28/10)