A Kitten's Dream
When I look in the mirror, the face of a lion I see,
Although I am only a kitten who lives in a house.
I catch myself daydreaming about what I could be,
Running fast and hard at a zebra, instead of a mouse.
I spend my days alone: I primp, I play, I sleep,
Desperately waiting for my owner to arrive.
As the door slowly opens, I’m still in a heap,
Hoping it’s her, back from that dreadful 9 to 5.
She enters the house, and quietly calls my name.
When I hear her voice, I know it’s safe to come out.
As I run to meet her, the routine is the same:
Over the couch, under the table, my usual route.
After dinner is done, and we’ve had our fill,
She sits in her favorite chair and I hop up in her lap.
I purr as she softly pets me, and slowly lose the will
To stay awake as she reads, so I take a short nap.
When she finishes her book, and turns to go to bed,
I realize that the face in the mirror of a lion – a king,
Is just a reflection of who I am inside my head.
Although I am only a kitten, I have all…everything.
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