Pre-Travel

A trip to Italy for days of nine.

I pack my bag, questioning time.

How many shirts, shorts, how many socks,

how many pants, will I be walking through rocks?

I should pack something nice, a dress, and a hat?

I’ll pick out some clothes that don’t make me look fat.

I get out my sponge to clean my abode.

Preparing for post-trip, to lighten my load.

I scribble instructions to my chosen pet minder,

leaving them cookies with the hopes they’ll be kinder.

My pets are beloved in every way.

When I’m gone, I will worry every day.

For while I am gone having the time of my life,

My cats will be lonely, filled with confusion and strife.

Though I know in my heart that things will be fine.

I’ll have fun on my trip, returning to cats that are mine.