Nothing will ever be the same again ~ Thursday, May 28, 2026
Nothing will ever be the same again
Now that The Growltiger is gone, I see
on the table, what was once, my furball
that spirit leaves the body once we die
hinges in the bathroom door squeak, the key
in the hole is absent, who needs a lock
now that my sassy cat, whimpered her small
growl to hiss at Juju, my black cat, cry
willow, weep if you must, I see all time
in this short narrative, comes as a shock
leave me be, leave me well alone, so sad
leave the dead limb without leaves on the tree
even if these twigs form a web, my bad
visions from a real dreamcatcher, I flee
ever so angry at the world, this crime
really must hit the brakes, stop on a dime
bees in the hive murder their queen, unseen
ever since I was small, death makes no sense
that we leave our bodies, systems shut down
how when we flip the switch, where has she been
ever since I was small, I understood
sadness is bad, offers no sustenance
anger is a tool, but only a clown
makes the same mistake twice, on Saturday
even if time stands still, I buy dead wood
at the bookstore, on my day off, I read
given I am alive and have two eyes
aging is meaningless, why would I breed
in this catastrophe, all a disguise
nothing but politics, what can I say
Now that The Growltiger is gone, I see
on the table, what was once, my furball
that spirit leaves the body once we die
hinges in the bathroom door squeak, the key
in the hole is absent, who needs a lock
now that my sassy cat, whimpered her small
growl to hiss at Juju, my black cat, cry
willow, weep if you must, I see all time
in this short narrative, comes as a shock
leave me be, leave me well alone, so sad
leave the dead limb without leaves on the tree
even if these twigs form a web, my bad
visions from a real dreamcatcher, I flee
ever so angry at the world, this crime
really must hit the brakes, stop on a dime
bees in the hive murder their queen, unseen
ever since I was small, death makes no sense
that we leave our bodies, systems shut down
how when we flip the switch, where has she been
ever since I was small, I understood
sadness is bad, offers no sustenance
anger is a tool, but only a clown
makes the same mistake twice, on Saturday
even if time stands still, I buy dead wood
at the bookstore, on my day off, I read
given I am alive and have two eyes
aging is meaningless, why would I breed
in this catastrophe, all a disguise
nothing but politics, what can I say
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