My cat plays poker with ghosts and he's losing fast

My fish plays dead and I don't know when he'll move again

My Christmas tree is a recovering addict just trying to escape the streets

And I can't stay warm in this bitter Missouri winter

My bones creak

My cat purrs when I pet his head

My fish blows bubbles when I feed him 

And the Christmas trees fading lights represent his will to live

And that can be said of the rest of us

Fading into a winter landscape

That will barely melt into spring

Then summer hits like a truck

And my cat will start selling potions to the newly active squirrels 

My fish will continue to sleep

And my Christmas tree will be barely relevant

but he'll cling to existence because he didn't 

clean up his act just to be put out again