oh how difficult t’was to rise,
so lovely and warm she felt inside
until squeaky squeaks were heard!
jumped she from paradise
to chase a mouse around the house
coming back to stark reality!
if only that hooty owl,
that screeched in her reveries,
would join the chase right now –
for her kitty stayed abed
under the grey feather sea
enjoying her warm autumn nap.
her only alternative you see
without owls or cats or princes …
was a humble,
Written for Oliana Kim at Traces of The Soul