Poem by George Freek
I ENVY MY CAT
Leaves drift peacefully
under a blue sky
to fall into eternity.
Death should always
come so easily.
Flowers lie comfortably
in their beds,
when they’re dead.
Change is imperceptible from
moment to moment.
My cat plays in the grass,
as if this moment
would never pass.
He’s happy that way.
Ignorance is bliss,
and if he could,
that’s what he’d say.
George Freek’s poetry has recently appeared in The Ottawa Arts Review, Acumen, The Lake, The Whimsical Poet, Triggerfish and Torrid Literature.
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