I find myself falling in love With the earliest morning, 2 am a solace I never considered before. Awake, fresh, quiet. A cat on my bed, I whisper to her in the language We have decided acceptable And she comes, Alert and delighted to snuggle. I never realized how wonderful It sounds Crickets, 5 am …
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Instinct of an alcoholic
I suppose that The cats can tell That the air is thick. That breathing is different, In some way. I suppose their instincts Kick in Just like they do when They take up the hunt. Eyes follow what must be a spider or a fly Fluttering in the corner. She has given up on Scratching …
Scar’s Bedroom Blues Station 