Happiness is a bad dog
who will not come when I call
will not stay
will not fetch others to join me
Yes, happiness is a bad dog
Or perhaps a cat –
any old kitty – she doesn’t have to be acting extra badly
just catly
Happiness cat
steals my food
shreds my peace
purrs as she sleeps on me
then sleep-purrs on others!
Yes, happiness is definitely a cat
Or maybe a northern hairy-nosed wombat
big, dopey, nearly blind,
sniffing in the dark in search of joy
Looking at a wombat makes me happy
that I’m not a wombat
Yes! Yes!
Or maybe happiness is me
not asking so many questions
not trying so hard
not demanding the Sun shine and the Earth spin for me
Maybe happiness comes when it will
and I should be ready to embrace it
but also accept that there will be sad times too
and trust that happiness will return
No, that can’t be it
Happiness must be a rare Hispaniolan solenodon
Heir to a line of shrews as old as the dinosaurs
small, secretive, venomous!
Beware!
Yes, that’s it
Happiness is a wee, foul beastie with a pointy snoot
I’m finally on to something here
Or…