2 PM Nap Time

Resting in peace as the world swims around in violent pulsation

She knows not, other than her perception

Which is restful peace and restoration

Others outward bound in belief

look on to superficial relief

While she who comes from within

Comfortable in her own skin

Relaxed despite the worldly din.

 

Could we all be so transformed, changed?

Few realize her demeanor

She is wrapped in fur

Four legs possessed and four fangs arranged

Within her silent relaxation

There is no vexation.