Lying on the grass

Basking in the golden light of a setting sun

Body might be old, but the soul is forever young

Smell of grass and earth, flowers and all the clues the wind gives

watch the butterflies landing on the flowers, dancing their brief lives

Chase them in your head, though your body doesn’t move

See the green fields stretch away

to the forest and the hills

the occasional wooden fence and copse to break up the grass

The air grows chill, not good for old bodies

So stand and stretch, shake your fur

and trot, tongue lolling

towards the porch, and your best friend waiting in a chair

a warm smile, loving words, ear and belly rubs

a tasty meal, and a cosy bed by the fire.

This is the life