No greener grass could grow
than that of my own creation.
Go on, Winter, bring your snow
my grass will grow with elation.
I used to look out the window
and get this kind of sensation
that the grass was greener below
and I would have a temptation.
But now, I most certainly know
it’s not love and dedication
or that I’m reaping what I sow,
it seems to be about hydration
trust me, I’m a cat, I know.
Autumn Siders 