My Comfy Cage
The outside world is exciting
Frightening even
The sky and sun seem so inviting
Birds chirp happily
When the darkness closes in
The stars become luminous
It is at these times I return
to my comfy cage called "home"
My bed is soft and fluffy
The couch so soothing
Treats abound all around
Television's warm glow
The laundry piles up
as well as the dishes
I do them diligently
in my comfy cage
I suppose the outside world can wait
After all, I'm comfy in my cage
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