My Very Best
Being in my fuzzy nest
makes me feel my very best.
With my cat by my head
and three blankets on top,
I feel at so at ease,
like I've been heaven blessed.
Safe from the world,
and clean in my bed,
there is no sign I have ever been stressed.
Soft Ghibli music warms the air,
as I munch on fresh baked cookies,
with plenty to spare.
My mom brings me soup
fresh made from the heart,
not tasting even a little tart.
Easy to please,
I don't ask for much,
but a long, warm rest
would feel like the best.
With cookie and soup on hand
and mother and cat nearby,
safe inside by fuzzy nest,
I truely feel my very best.
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