There’s that ole stray cat up on the garden wall

Without a care in the world that she’ll fall

In full pursuit, she chases dandelions in the wind

All day and night without pause, without end

Not a care in the world beyond her next meal

It’s a cinch that her world is about what’s real

Maybe a little cat fancy every now and then

Followed by periodic moments of mellow Zen

Paws up all caught up in her mystical chase

An amused look of meow crosses this kitty’s face

Her path chases up, down, all around the place

Giving her all for a hopeful grasp of the trace

As the dandelion puff becomes her next snack

With a ‘tahh dahhh” she gains her prey then gives it back