I wrote this poem almost exactly a year ago, lying on the floor, feeling very bored, but also not feeling like doing anything.
So, I pretended to be a cat:
transcript:
What Cats do
Watch tiny stars sail and little hairs,
Tap ground, feel sunwarmth,
Hear windmill and birds,
Lie on floor, and bag, and blanket,
Count faces in wood.
Hear house move,
Hear fur move,
Hear pen move.
Chase airflakes.
Watch fly,
Catch fly,
Release fly
(I’ll eat it later).