She Wants To Be a Cat
A tiny bit of surgery will turn you into a cat
I loved the idea, and told my cousin, Rat.
He rolled his eyes saying it would be dumb to do.
What does he know? He is a mere baby, only forty-two.
He has not had my life, he does not meow like me.
Has no knowledge of growling as I could easily see.
I am seventy-one, and I wish I had done it sooner.
I began turning into a cat under the moon they called Lunar.
My ears perked up first, all pointy and pretty.
I developed a taste of kibble, and my words were witty.
I kept to myself and swished around my new tail.
The best part of all? No one sends a cat mail.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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