Multiple injuries “ain’t no fun.” Always wear dark glasses — shielding — sun. Going for the gold, my life span spun. Grimacing, trying, for NO rerun. I linger in the shadow, undone; Exceptional ego, barring NONE.
While listening to the tap tap tap of the dog’s toenails, I hear the whisper, “March” — Left, Right, Left, Right, Out Of Sight, This Way, That Way, Which Way, NO WAY… I sat down on the wood floor and listened to the dog walk across its polished surface, toenails tap, tap, taping. Now that’s a beat I could follow, want to follow
Lolling, rolling, yellow brown bumblebees, humid hot, itty-bitty birds twittering within green leaves, the big black cat sat on the white porch, his eyes half-closed. Each time he heard the bees buzz, feline flipping the bird [thumping his tail], splintered wood. Feathered chit-chat, corpulent cat responds, opening his eyes, BUT — the thick air was like a blanket. The black cat closed his eyes once more.