On My Perch…
A bird I have always wanted to be,
Perhaps in my last life that was me,
They do have such a nice life,
Not near the ground, in the sky without strife…
Here I sit on my perch in the tree,
I have tried to fly but my paws did disagree,
Tried to soar like those squirrels with wings,
For a moment or so I have done so to a degree…
Up here I can see everything,
I wonder what it is like up in the sky,
I do swear I was born into the wrong body, no lie,
I should have been a bird with wings,
Instead I do just hunt same, I am sorry I can’t tell you why,
Must be a part of being a kitty, its inbred, I just cannot deny…
So while I am a kitten,
I will dream of being a bird,
Surely when I do get older,
Those dreams will no longer be heard,
But until that time I will not of my dreams give the cold shoulder…
© ed ~ 1/1/05
I should have been a bird with wings,
Maybe in your next life, my friend. In my next life, I, like, Tinka, want to be a cat; so be careful; we may both be stalking you.
Love Tinka
This is cute! I like the cute photo. and your poem matches it so well. Marvelously done!
Sandie Angel :o)
P.S. I want to stay a kitten forever...