04-07-2026, 03:36 AM
Cats Life
Dust floating stagnant in the air.
Between sunlight's pattern poking
through the shutter that
hasn't moved in two years.
Vermilion rays echoing the sunset
move closer to my eyes. The glare
a reminder of a day passing.
I stretch and yawn, disturbing
the tranquil timbre of traffic
and people outside.
Waiting for the door to open,
and my human to arrive.
Dust floating stagnant in the air.
Between sunlight's pattern poking
through the shutter that
hasn't moved in two years.
Vermilion rays echoing the sunset
move closer to my eyes. The glare
a reminder of a day passing.
I stretch and yawn, disturbing
the tranquil timbre of traffic
and people outside.
Waiting for the door to open,
and my human to arrive.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx