Sometimes

I wish I were a cat. To just lie around and
bask in the sun. Someone to feed me, love
me, and take care of me. To be able to
purr and make others want to stroke my fur.
And then I think, do cats sometimes wish to
be human? To eat all the tuna they want?
To come and go as they please? To take
up most of the bed?
Indeed the grass is greener on the other side...