Sometimes we are confronted by an utter strangeness ;  an utter difference in the dull
face of our drab, innefective,
numerous trivialities :
The cat walks across the room with furry
authority - and mocks the layers of your
sucker-punched pound cake subsistence
with slow moving electricity ; with prowling
weariness of your kind -
and it's empirous way
of sitting on the sofa  disqualifies even
your attempt to simply just get up and pet it...
God, surley, was in a crafty mood when he made the cat.








© Orin Patterson