by Charity Chapman

Smooth gospel tunes flow from the screen,
my head perks, peach ears twitching as the
sounds flow in.  I pull up one white paw
from the couch, a claw escaping from
the material with a light pop. 

There isn't much to a cat's life,
but sleeping, eating, drinking and
the occasional outing with the lovely
Juliet, with tufts of gray and white,
which flow swiftly in the breeze. 

However, I would not change my life
for the world, for sometimes the simplest
of things are life's most precious gifts.