The sum of my existence is a cat that loves to hide
Spare keys and nails and old golf tees
In shoes I’ve put aside
For hiking in the mountains
Behind my Grandpa’s home.
Beside the garage the old grey truck
Hood up and tire flat
Provides a sunny sleeping space
For his old ornery cat.
I sat there too, to contemplate
The memories of that man
Who sat me down upon his knee
And taught me of the land,
Of God and love and growing corn
Of being kind and good.
Of helping those he sees in need
And why we always should.