The last thing I remember is falling asleep on a toadstool in my quest for a life without stress, or at least the next 40 days and nights without being cursed with living on the edge.
It must have been a magic mushroom because I find myself on a long road with a house in the distance. I don't really know where I am, but it doesn't matter because I love each step. The light through the trees dipped in shadows that undulate over my furs..aaahhhhh. It's wonderful! Even where I'm headed looks peaceful and serene--and mysterious!
THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED for CATS
If your path is bumpy and full of snails
Find a road less traveled by us with tails
Whiskers discover too much, it's true
Never for our own good, a witch's brew.
When humans shocked at how they fray
We know they need a holiday
We need one even more, I say
Snoozing aside, let's not delay!
If we should dream like I'm doing today
I know everything's going to be okay
With a path flickering with sun and birds
You can bet I'm thinking the following words:
This might be the best Lent ever!
3 comments:
Such a nice post and we hope your success continues!
We want a mushroom like that!
Very nice poem!
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