Poem 4: Day Dreaming

Just sitting here, on the edge of the world
As the clear water I see;

Thinking about how I would like to be
An eel in that sea.

Or a good old eagle that flies so high,
would I rather be?

Perhaps a snuggly Persian cat?
A caterpillar maybe?

Just until another thought
Knocks me off my reverie.

If you said that I could pick anything else,
Anything else I wanted to be,
I would sit right there and dream again
Because I’m the best at being me.