I woke Sunday evening, I was trailed by twenty cats The choir of friendly purring was a treat The hellhound was distracted By a ball game in the park So I went walking safely down the street.

I found an open market Bought cat food, bread, and milk I’ve got an OK job; it pays the bills I passed an empty alley With zero gamblers there Glad to see nobody stabbed or killed

Back home, the one I cherish Was talking to some friends Who have a happy marriage of their own We listened to some music, Drank one glass of wine, And wandered off to bed once they’d gone home

Asked in light of morning, Remembering that dream, What if our world was like the one I’d seen? We’d still be playing blues songs Because we liked the sound But they would all be labelled fantasy