There was a stray cat called Tombili..chubby
In the streets of Istanbul, he roamed. free..
Sitting on a bench, stretched in exquisite laziness
He would watch the crowds of people in business
He probably wondered why.. why these peeps weren’t as free..
To stop and have a cuddle, a purr , have a moment free
For a being, more cute than sentient being really
He probably figured life better than you and me… actually
He knew to rest, to observe, to snuggle …to take a cuddle..
To purr for attention, and take a walk when in a muddle
No rules for him, he roamed the night in Miaow might
Ever willing for a scratch, a brawl in streetlight for his lady cat
Or a cardboard box abandoned… maybe would chase a rat
But he knew to live and laze… and be in the now..
Yes , Tombili , he lived better than I do now