I’m sitting in the garden,

no cat is in my lap.

I have been doing nothing.

And still I feel like a nap.

I must be getting older,

Can feel it night and day.

I can’t say that I’m troubled,

all this life got the way.

When I’m deeply satisfied

And I’m sure there’s nothing more.

I will try to rev the engine

Just to listen to the roar.

But for now I’m in the garden,

The air is warm and sweet.

I’ve been thinking about moving in.

With some Lassie down the street.