Purr poem

Today's Brightly writer spotlight falls on Amelia the cat.

Amelia is not worried about whether or not she'll convey all the nuances of utilitarianism to her students (she has no students).
Amelia is not debating about whether she ought to go for a run through the sunny southwest metropolis (Amelia doesn't have cool weather running gear).
Amelia is not pulling her hair out about all the obligations she's committed to, now that the magazine writing class has begun and that author will likely turn over his manuscript for editing at any moment and those pesky (er, dearly beloved) students will turn in their papers on Descartes or Hume or Swinburne or whomever this week (Amelia doesn't have hair -- she has fur).

And so, she's free to compose a poem for the delight of all.

The sum
of catliness crests
midmorning before
slipping behind
the neighbor's house
catch the sun nap
kitty cats.
(a poem by Amelia)

And onto the Dickinsonian oracle, which may or may not recommend napping in the place of fretting. Let's see:

Morning is due to all -
To some - the Night -
To an imperial few -
The Auroral Light -
(E. Dickinson, 1621)