Tranquility

My funny little friend

appearing at my door

day in and day out

to say hello to me.

So intelligent

yet so stupid

chasing after fallen leaves and blades of grass

lying on the doormat

waiting for me to appear

and sometimes

when I do show up

you stay sprawled right in front of the door

unwilling to move

saying,

Go around me

you have other doors

because you're so comfortable

the white fur on your stomach exposed as you roll around

hooking your claws in the mat

scratching

pulling

tugging

brushing up against me

wandering around the porch

rubbing up against the box of chalk

guarding our front porch

against what?

Only you really know

pacing and nuzzling

sitting and staring

claiming this place as your own

claiming me as your own

you are my equal

sometimes I don't understand you

but most times

it's just contentment and tranquility

living in the moment, maybe

having moved on from the past

and not having to worry about the future

as the dappled sunlight in between the leaves shines on your face

as you close your eyes

you never really sleep

it's just resting

basking in the sunlight

sleepy and calm after an exhausting day

you know how to live

can you teach the rest of us?