Two Cats

Moving, now, to usual
'Got up the feathers
Fixed the curtain
Mopped the blood

Those two normally sleeping cats
Are exhausted and happy
Back beneath the beds

My fault, I left that door open
Pettiness and Old Hurt
Had a picnic
Redecorating the room

Should have known better
Leaving that door open
The bustle of much carrying
No excuse

Especially in this season
Variable winds
Occasionally gusting
And birds
Searching again, to nest



Still in north Chesterfield where growing older happens regularly and wisdom, sometimes.

Jay CalhounComment