On This Bright Morning

On this bright morning
I met a man
who eyed me slyly.

He was a curious fellow,
hairy, flabby,
whose sneaky gaze
unnerved me slightly.

So on this bright morning
I moved on
and met a cat

a tubby tabby
who weaved
around my ankles, purring,
and left hairs upon each trouser leg.

Then on this bright morning
I moved on
and met a tree

whose branches seemed to beckon me
and whose voice,
if when it spoke to me,
must have been imaginary?

And so, on this bright morning,
I moved on
and met…