Ground hog day
For some, they see red
I wake up in my warm bed
Well rested
Feeling fine
I aim to keep doing this
Take my time
One moment at a time
One day at a time
New around every corner
Every moment—newness
Often familiar, like a newborn cat
Monty was his name
Stayed just out of my reach
His game
Light grey and white fur
Blue eyes
I surmise he knew he was a handsome devil
By the way he looked at you
Slight disdain on his lips
As if you took up his air
Moderately displeased
(Not so much that he’d hiss at you)
Monty sat on the same spot
On my neighbor’s fence
Looking at me for ages
While I cleaned my dishes
(And a slew of roommate’s moldy mess)
Always impressed by his presence
A professor McGonagall type
Most humans don’t have such presence
Yet there he sat
Massive presence
Squished into a tiny cute furry body
Monty is the best evidence I have of
Reincarnation
Like he was a stuffy British librarian
Of yesteryear
Spending more time stroking dusty novels
Than following his true purpose
(Whatever that was)
His punishment?
Cat—next life
Put a warning label on the librarian position
WARNING!!
Accepting position may result in becoming a cat
