"This Mortal Coil of Struggle"

Credit to The Bard for use of Mortal Coil phraseology~

My cat doesn't ponder
It's next meal while devouring
The supper I give it, or which he
Pounces upon, unawares.

The birds of Spring don't
Worry about staying warm the
Next Winter, or how to stay
Dry during coming days of rain.

Even the cursed snakes do not
Appear to be overly concerned
Whether today my heal may grind
The life out of there scaly bellies.

Them comes man, the lord of illusion,
Soul-blessed, and saved from perdition-
Scarcely does his eye blink unburdened
With questions of the future & the past.

-Clown chorus-
We shall be happy tomorrow,
We shall be happy then,
We forgot how to be happy,
And shall never be again.

Meanwhile the cat sleeps,
The bird nests snugly,
The snake does whatever contented snakes do-
While we rue, and rue, and rue.