doorman takes five
so I let the cat out and in
again and again and again
I’ve taken up meditation
attempting to calm my nerves
but he keeps scratching at the screen
challenging me to hold my tongue
his entire repertoire is like a bad movie
and why I didn’t get up and go
after the first few scenes
is beyond me
I never heard of this polar vortex
but apparently it’s a real thing
forcing me to vacate the sunroom
meanwhile we’re all safely inside
staying near the fire
on occasion
he paws at a different door
and as always
continues to politic for treats
february two thousand nineteen
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Loved this. Reminded me of something I scribbled many years ago. https://archiearchive.wordpress.com/mornings/
Thanks Archie!
I like imagining that you took up medication instead of meditation and that partway through, you’re hallucinating. I also like imagining “he” referring to the doorman rather than the cat — as in, the doorman’s scratching at the door, etc. 😛
Well, you certainly have a vivid imagination!
Well, you certainly have a vivid imagination!
Oh, and that the doorman takes five people, not five minutes …