To a cat
My cat lies upon my lap quietly.
She grows old and sleeps most of the day.
Now she walks about the house painfully
But her warm purr remains quite unaffected.
When the weather outside is wet and fey
She looks out the door and then turns to me,
Waiting for me to create a sunny day…
A contrary god is a bore!
It is clear that we demigods have been
Damned by the fruit of the tree of knowledge
Cats live in the eternal now and win!
Unconcerned with death and pain and sorrow
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