Warning

As I lie  nibbling chocolate on my couch

And watching old trash on my small  TV

The cat stands on my leg,so I cry,Ouch.

She’s  needy,though yet  youngerer than me

For this cat does not like for me to move

Once she has settled right behind my knee.

I realise it’s not I she truly  loves,

To her I am no more than a small tree

I stumble to the kitchen for some tea

The kettle boils; I find  I have no milk.

I’m  bothered by  my need to wee and wee.

My flesh feels  less and less like  Chinese silk.

When nature  makes us rest,  we must obey.

Or maybe we won’t see another day.