|Mabel is at the back|
Charlie is in the front
They curl up, close their eyes and away
With no angst of how they spent their day.
In the night my mind's full of concern
Consequently I toss and I turn.
How to rid my head of things I said,
All those gaffes that could make cheeks turn red?
How to discard those worries each night
Of what's not yet occurred... but just might?
The solution, I'm sure, is the way
Cats can totally dismiss the day.
It's a natural skill for a cat
So please tell me, why can't I do that?