First came a strong wind ripping off rooftops like bottle caps. And bending lampposts down to the ground. Then came a thunder shattering my windows. But you were not that strong wind or that mighty sound.
A note we wrote the other day. To any mice who pass this way. On crumbed and sugared counter tops. 'We must insist your traffic stop'. In their defense, they don't refuse.
The bird that plucked the Olive Leaf. Has been circling like a record around the spindle of my mind. Where the needle's worn the grooves too deep. And scratched the wax that's blistered from the heat besides.
A cat came drifting onto my porch from the outside cold. And with eyes closed, drinking warm milk from my bowl. Thought, 'Nobody hears me, nobody hears me.