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August 25, 2015
By day, the mind quite occupied;
a list of things to do.
So vital, now forgetful;
another hour lived through.
By night, the mind awakened;
two cats at war, do howl.
The feral one, an interloper,
depositing contents of it’s bowel.
By day, the mind recalls
the disturbed sleep of the night,
and sees outside the window,
rabbit entrails – what a sight!
By night, the mind remembers,
to lock the cat indoors;
keeping riots to a minimum,
in the hope of cleaner floors.
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