Every day I will think of you !

Cat, you tumbled down the street
As if it were your bed.
I think such luck's a treat,
Like feeding without being fed.


You're just a pawn in the hands
Of fate, as stones are, and people !
You follow your instinct and glands;
what you feel you feel - it's simple.


Because you're like that you're happy;
You're all the nothing you see.
I look at myself - it's not me.

I know myself - I'm not I...