Cats Are Lucky
The human species has been propagated
God knows, we have multiplied way Beyond necessity
We are living longer
Relationships don’t have to only
Be for reproductive purposes
I have an eleven year old cat
Who is hooking up with a one year old
And we think that’s cute
It’s not for multiplying
These cats have been fixed so as not to
Propagate more of that species
But it may be for romance
According to my latest book on cats,
This would be like a 66 year old human
Hooking up with a 24 year old
Which is not considered cute
If the older one is male
He’s a dirty old man
Or lucky – depending on his wealth;
If the older one is female
She’s a cougar
No matter what her wealth
(Back to cats)
I find as I age, I gather knowledge
Which is not necessarily connected to wisdom
My body gathers rust and dust
In creaky bones and wrinkling skin
But my self, my inner person
Stopped aging at about 24
- A mature being
But still young
According to that book
A one-year-old cat
Is like a 24-year old human
Mature; but still young
Which is all to say
I had a dream this morning
Wherein I met a young man
Just out of college and into his career
And he was very attractive
I mean intellectually and spiritually
As well as physically
I am 66 years old
And he was probably 24
I was torn between trying to get near
With the hope of starting
At least a friendship
- And keeping an objective distance
My heart would propel me toward him
My head would see
Reason, Public Opinion; maybe even
Wisdom standing nearby
(Who knows but that I wouldn’t end up
A foolish old wanna be cougar
With a broken heart)
I never made up my mind
And woke up feeling sad
Which is to say
Now I understand Demi and Aston Better
And even though I shudder,
I may even understand Hugh
And his latest wedding fiasco
I wish that in Human Evolution,
We would have not lost
All our fur
Which covered our wrinkles
And kept our bones warm
Cats are lucky
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