10-19-2016, 10:20 AM
“In air swollen
with tan shreds
and sapphire spheres
bobbing and circling
white waves
ringed in red,
Pompeii’s Princess
Penelope finds
the fisher’s shack.
“Wet, cold, afraid,
she stumbles in,
coughing.
Seeing her friend,
Penelope gasps,
‘Verily, Vesuvius
hath killed me.’
‘Fear not. I shall
breathe new life
into you,’ said--”
Meow!
A bit of cereal,
two blueberries,
five laps of milk left
in my red bowl.
Down it goes.
“That should perk you up.”
Penelope can wait.
Kitty comes first.