i want to be a cat
secretly stowed away in jack kerouac’s sack
savoring the seasons spent on that open road
simply surviving
thriving
reviving
my subdued soul
seeing the stars scattered in the sky
observing the strange strangers
scattered in the road
(on the road, a secret spy)
what a simple existence
a sleepy slothful cat
simply being
seeing
fleeing
the cages of the world
never settling
simply sauntering
wandering
pondering
(a student of subsistence)
i want to be a cat