Some big shot stood at the podium
Reading out a funny letter about a cat,
A grumpy cat. Forsaken grumpy cat.
Multiple times a smile brushed my lips...
When he begrudgingly pooped in the Kleenex box,
While the foster suffered from flu.
When he tried scooping out an eyeball
From the woman who cradled him to her bosom...
At the end he was only a cat, doing his best to survive.
The audience applauded thunderously, to the delivery, to the humor, to the cat's trials.
I weep hugging my cat.
Refusing therapy, I am alright! And the car sighs, leaps out of my clutches...
The skies turn clouded grey marquee
As I move at horse speed towards the unknown.
Another mogul took the center stage in a relaxed cardigan
Unfolded a hand written letter of apology
For having flooded a hotel room with seagull poop and drool and half eaten bacon...
We roared loud and chuckled in adequate amounts,
Me and the crowd.
It had been an 18 year sentence and the man could not cope.
He was only attempting to seek atonement,
For chucking a bathrobe wrapped bird and a shoe
At the high tea clientele of the reputable hotel.
Night fell fast veiling the ground until...
I sat hugging myself briefly rocking to and fro
His arms would feel stronger and safer than this
I am alright, wielding a sword
At gnawing diabolical shadows.