So Young

I had a dream last night. I was a poet and one of my famous poems was

''Baby bird dropped dead.
Momma and Poppa are sad.''

Oh well, so good, eh.

I know why I dreamt this:
I saw a cat the other day in a park and thought: Aw cute, I know I decided to hate cats because they're lazy but aw, look how cute that little cat is. Sits in the grass in the sunshine. Aw.

Five minutes later the cute, little cat caught a tiny bird and killed it.

Dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs are so much better than cats.