Higher things

Funny,
I look at my cat, he’s sleeping
And I wonder if he wonders
Was he meant for higher things
And then I think of an alien race
Looking down on me
Wondering
Was I wondering
If I were meant for higher things
Then they give a hearty laugh
As their green bellies rattle
And their narrow eyes wiggle
The grand masters which play their fiddle
Look down on them and wonder
If they wonder
If they were meant for higher things