Noisy -
Like rocks rolling and growling
On my roof just above.
Angry
Creatures of freedom
just playing with love.
Once more,
Waking me up
On an early April morning …
Before
I could finish a dream
Of falling stars and wishing.
Just how
Can I find that room
With a quiet, cool corner …
I take a bow
Yet the audience just wants
more songs and another.
Maybe
I'll just find the cats
And talk in a loud voice.
Surely
They will just stop and listen
To their simple choice -
Receive
Just whatever there is
Left on my plate …
Or just leave
Me to my rest
And close the gate.
For now,
I will just wake up
And breathe and work while musing …
That somehow,
the cats are just there
calling, moving … and reminding -
I'm also a cat …
On somebody else's roof.
adrian b. antique 4.8.24
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