Whatever

Whatever comes to mind,
I will write down,
That tall skinny, rail thin girl,
The color of a daffodil
My cat with the vole,
Holy cow, he ate it in three minutes.
I contemplate every day things,
Like how the dishes can multiply
And the kitchen seems bigger
Simply by putting the trash can away.
I wish I hadn't spilled coffee in the car this morning
I am thankful I drink it black.
The couch is falling apart,
Front door is trying to swell,
The neighbor scolded his dog the other day,
I don't know why.
I think I hear baby birds in the tree out front,
I know I hear finches at dusk.
The chorus I heard tonight
Fantastic, and how many people I knew attending.
It was a fine night.
I feel tired, and ready to sleep.
I am thinking mostly about the new novel I am going to start
Reading, not writing, God no, not writing
And hoping I don't kick the cat when I get in bed.
She is old, and has taken to sleeping by my legs.
I let her, because I have learned to treasure the time we have.
And fifteen is old for a cat.
We could have one year or five, or three months or days.
Who knows?
And it is ok.