ODE Poem: Ode to an Orange Cat, by Alicyn Harris

He sat upon the window sill.
The morning sun made his fur glow an even brighter orange.
Oh, to be an orange cat sitting in the sun.
I envied him.
He had no worries or fears.
He only had to sit upon the window sill,
Observing the birds and the squirrels,
And taking naps in the sun.
I put on my work boots with a sigh.
The orange cat didn’t have to go to work.
He could sleep all day if that is what he pleased.
I envied him even more as I picked up my keys
And headed out the door.

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