Ever Ready Reverie

The way a cat sleeps shows the way we need

To live. It lies there certainly and calm, A firmness in its purpose, like a seed Prepared for any chances like a palm Or oak, a sunny palm tree curved as grace With strength, a younger oak preparing for A storm. The cat loves dozing with her face Tucked into paws but, sleeping in her more Than quietude, there lurks a forceful will With teeth and keenest snarling zeal to strike. Her dreaming claws themselves are rhymed with kill And power. The soft and fierce are both alike. Awakened, she is instantly alive To harms and struggling mice life might contrive.