This bear-huggish muffin of a cat
provides me with insomnia, and more.
To her, I'm nothing but an old, worn-out, but stubborn, mat,
something to paw.
Not much. Should I deserve a better lot?
Or she - some better late night shelter fakes?
I'd rather give what's left there in the pot
to her, and anyone who takes.
Some arrows roam, and roar, and row,
so arrogant, - this arrow purrs,
content with makeshift. Let her have a go
at anything - if anything occurs...
18 мая 2016 г.