Cats and Quietude

This was a day of solitude and quiet

This was a day I watched snowfall and birds.

This was a day I was glad I had cats.

Bird-watching cats.

I explained the differences between finches.

They could care less.

“Finches all look the same to us,” they grumbled.

That’s prejudice for you.

This was a day I was glad I stayed home. 

I felt better, but still not right.

Was it something I ate?  I want to blame Zia.

This was a day of committed choice:

A good course to follow.

My heart wants a change.

My head said do taxes.

My body said Nap!  I needs to relaxes!

Why does my compass wobble?