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.