Cats Are Lucky

The human species has been propagated God knows, we have multiplied way Beyond necessity We are living longer Relationships don’t have to only Be for reproductive purposes I have an eleven year old cat Who is hooking up with a one year old And we think that’s cute It’s not for multiplying These cats have been fixed so as not to Propagate more of that species But it may be for romance According to my latest book on cats, This would be like a 66 year old human Hooking up with a 24 year old Which is not considered cute If the older one is male He’s a dirty old man Or lucky – depending on his wealth; If the older one is female She’s a cougar No matter what her wealth (Back to cats) I find as I age, I gather knowledge Which is not necessarily connected to wisdom My body gathers rust and dust In creaky bones and wrinkling skin But my self, my inner person Stopped aging at about 24 - A mature being But still young According to that book A one-year-old cat Is like a 24-year old human Mature; but still young Which is all to say I had a dream this morning Wherein I met a young man Just out of college and into his career And he was very attractive I mean intellectually and spiritually As well as physically I am 66 years old And he was probably 24 I was torn between trying to get near With the hope of starting At least a friendship - And keeping an objective distance My heart would propel me toward him My head would see Reason, Public Opinion; maybe even Wisdom standing nearby (Who knows but that I wouldn’t end up A foolish old wanna be cougar With a broken heart) I never made up my mind And woke up feeling sad Which is to say Now I understand Demi and Aston Better And even though I shudder, I may even understand Hugh And his latest wedding fiasco I wish that in Human Evolution, We would have not lost All our fur Which covered our wrinkles And kept our bones warm Cats are lucky