Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-

My cat rests on my pillow,
But I feel I must lay down,
I sure hate to disturb him for,
His untroubled sleep is sound.

I try to move him, he resists,
His look says I'm dead wrong,
Finally, he slides an inch,
No more would he withdraw.

So I lay down against my cat,
With effort he gives way,
I stroke his coat of warm soft fur,
His purr says we're okay.

I taste the wind upon my face,
Soar down a smooth curvy road,
As songbirds relate to their mates,
Hair dances upon my nose,
The sun blares through cool fresh air,
Tires explore fresh asphalt,
Acceleration presses me,
Trees trek like hypersonic stars.