Wordsmith Challenge #16
What really fascinates me about them are the way they always seem to be in a hurry.
Small steps, big steps, are all in a rush to go somewhere, to get something.
While here under this wooden chair, I am stretching and licking my furry tail,
Walking with lazy sways, as gracefully as I will always be.
They have breakfast on the table instantly, as their food is made.
Some even only grab a breakfast bar to munch while on their way.
I prefer having mine a little at a time, slowly enjoying each and every bite.
I can always leave and go back whenever I want, or to just leave them half way done.
They have this thing that click-clocking and control their daily moves.
A worrisome look always befalls whenever they look at this moving arrows.
I am much pleased with observing and thanking the Lord that in my case
There is no such things as having to work or do the household chores.
But most of all I wonder why they rarely smile or look happy.
Sometimes they do when they are mesmerized by that glowing box of light,
Or having things I am certain they do not really need to own.
Well for me, I am perfectly fine with a loving stroke and a warm embracing hand.