The Cats Are on Spring Break
Yeah, they think, if it were only a break.
After a winter of roasting in hot rooms
Wearing a fur coat they can’t take off,
You’d think they’d deserve a break.
But no.
What are they going to do on spring break?
Go to the beach? With all that sand?
How do you think they clean themselves?
Would you like the taste of sand? Thought not.
Or go to Disney World? Hello? A place that celebrates
A mouse? Maybe not.
Or they could stay home and play baseball
If only they had hands to hold a bat
And fingers and strong arms to throw a ball.
That’s another non-starter.
So they go to the basement and
Lie on the cool floor,
Not moving, taking naps and waiting
Until it’s time to eat.
Outside, in the sunshine,
Their humans are running and jumping
In their shorts and shirts
That are not made of fur.
Dan Verner
April 17, 2019
Biscuit City 