Life Swap

A robin once, untroubled by life, sat

And pondered what it means to be a cat

To weave your days around the whims of men

Your food provided readily, but then

The price may be an unwanted embrace

And life dependent on that human’s grace

Instead of flitting freely on the wing

No master to determine when you sing

To choose the highest tree when you extol

The virtues of your days at no man’s call

And yet, the pampered tabby behind glass

Can languish in contentment as hours pass

For him the soft seduction of the knee

Is preferable at times to roaming free

And should he feel the urge at once to fly

A robin for his sport might satisfy


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