5 a.m. - quick! The cat is howling!
Tie Pam to the mast AND plug her ears,
lest she throttle the cat! Listen
to that deep-throated yowl. The cat
gives good tongue. She knows we are trying
to assimilate her into our dreams.
She WILL not be assimilated. We make her
a song. She wails louder. We make her
a siren. Louder. We make her...Oh,
what's the use, I am awake - but
I'll not give her satisfaction. I'll
lie here with my eyes closed. After all,
most people only pretend to be awake.
Call it waking. Call this sleeping.
by Dean blehert
poem a day
This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert
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