Hot, hazy, and humid

And me with a heavy coat.

The sun and heat make my eyelids

Heavy with sleep, so I dig.

In the shade of the fir tree

A hole that is deep and cool,

So tired am I from the digging spree,

That the desire to sleep overrules.

With my head in the hole,

The cool earth under my fur,

All I need is my food bowl.

If I were a cat, I would certainly purr.