I’d Rather Be a Cat
 

By Olivia Wilson

 

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One day I told a friend I wished I was a cat,

And he looked at me in the strangest way.

“But perhaps,” I said, “It wouldn’t be so bad.”

A small pink nose, blue eyes,

soft and speckled grey.

 

I’d do whatever I want, whenever I want,

Lay on my back, get a belly rub.

When I’d get bored I’d find a rat to hunt,

I’d be a (domesticated) ferocious cub.

A cat isn’t bothered by the day-to-day,

The mundane, to-do lists, errands to run.

Sit back, relaxed, with not a word to say.

Nothing and no one to worry about, not one.