Observing my cat on the windowsill basking,

While wasted time goes on under the sun.

My cat, without a care in the world, though I keep asking,

“How can you bear worries, when you always have fun?”

My cat only needs a litter box and a bed,

To be given baths and checkups,

Quality food to be daily fed,

And to be man’s best friend as other pups.

What have I, but future worries,

That haunt me daily and in sleep,

Since such a feeling bears scary stories

Of failure and frustrations skin-deep!

            O, how many times do I think,

            Which to my cat is but a blink!