Goose

I watched Goose sleeping and had these thoughts:
For Goose.

You lay on the pillow,
In the corner.
Sleeping,
Snoring,
Content.

I watch you as you dream,
An ear flick,
A paw curls,
Your tail raises
and falls.
Your leg stretches out.

What are you dreaming about?
Are you a kitten playing with your siblings?
Are you next to your mother purring and being cleaned?
Are you chasing butterflies in the meadow?
Are you admiring the birds at the feeder?
What goes on in your mind?

You are curled up and happy.
I can’t bother you.
That would not be right.
You are dreaming,
And dreaming is what you do best.