When you think it's a simple snack, but it's actually a philosophical treatise

pov: your cat has a personal spotlight on its blue eyes

when you finally find a pillow that purrs back

when you spot the sunrise but the branch is a catwalk

when you hear the treat bag crinkle but the door's locked

pov: grass blades are the audience, i’m the mic drop

me: "i’m not just a cat, i’m a living pillow

me: "i solemnly swear i'm up to no good

when you claim the high ground but the neighbor brings snacks