I. Simba or Fathead or Big Bug Silvertipped Simba with your little black spot of a butt Whether Simba or Fathead or Big Bug no matter what Your name your fame precedes you as cool and always in control A pretty kitty I am glad to know now even though You were the last to come around you found me even so A little shy but I know why as kind of a cool cat too The best for last they say today I find a friend in you With your permission finally yet better late than never To share a smoke and a feline joke about that dead mole You brought in that Marisol took out again (and swallowed whole) Thank you for including me in your feline whatever II. Marisol Ate it All Marisol ate it all so I got more Dog food for hungry Bowser at the door Not really hungry but hanging around Hoping that maybe a bone could be found Except they are frozen now and must thaw To be near the chosen how of the raw Or at least not bony popsicles though Bowser would give one a go even so I like to give my best to everyone Like dusty dogses in the desert sun III. Simian Sonnet Living on leaves nuts and berries and grapes Here I stand at the top of the apes If at the bottom of humanity Life having made a monkey of me Swinging from tree to tree to be An ape of apian industry And maybe tomorrow if not today A champ of a chimp up the hard way An ape called homo sapiens they say Maybe a baboon but no buffoon A gibbon given to philosophy Wiser tomorrow than I was today Rotating revolving under sun and moon Wondering maybe may I be evolving soon IV. Late Afternoon Under the sun of the late afternoon The dogses and I the three of us lie Or I sit till the going down of it The sunset and the coming of the night With stars to wish we were who wish we might Know now somehow we will all be all right Becoming us who will be coming soon To be forever still but never will Within the rhythm of the sun and moon +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII