Fool's Paradise
Upon a tattered pillow, day or night,
He sleeps through happy hours without a stir;
Tail wrapped around and paws tucked out of sight
Beneath a purring ball of gray-striped fur.
Well-fed, secure, and free from any care,
A king within the realm of simple ways,
He comes and goes at whim, with pompous air,
And eats and sleeps and plays away his days.
We toss upon our lavish king-sized bed
As nightmares echo worries of mankind-
We, harvesters of knowledge, amply fed,
Go starving for the food of peace of mind.
Sleep well, "dumb animal," sweet feline pet,
While "Homo-Sapiens" pays wisdom's debt.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Mad As A Hornet - Sonnet
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged:12/01/2015
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I am "Mad As A Hornet" because with all our super
intelligence and outstanding accomplishments, humans
have still not been able to achieve peace and tranquility
in this world.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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