bunny and the hibiscus

today is beautiful outside. working towards the mid-70s, tall mountains watching sunrise. cat, 'bunny', meowing behind me. forlorn. she wonders when she gets to go out, soak up the rays. she's not worried about u.v.

that's her there, on the porch by the hibiscus. she doesn't worry about being an author. she doesn't worry about getting a job. she rolls around in the sun like she's high, like she's absolutely ecstatic to be alive. she sniffs the breeze like its some divine fucking message. would that i could be a cat, a bunny, open to those worlds.