The days are
clouds moving
across the sky
I try to catch at them
have a meal with my Mother
see the rain
fall
sleep with my
body with me
feed the cat when
she wakes me at 5
with a wet nose
on mine
eat all the
food in the fridge
hope that I
can sleep in
a bed that
is mine.
Nice poem, I love the idea of sleeping with your body there, then the cat's body, then the body's need for fuel...involutes neatly back to sleep...
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