struggle quietly
in unremarkable fashion.

What you did
just minutes ago,
nestled in the cracks
and webs that we hoped
were not of the brown recluse.

We weren’t ready for infants on doorsteps
so we heard you arguing in the dark,
mocking those selling chocolates
for the young and partitioned
are universally nodded at.

spring to the porcelain sky
and timelessly yawn.

Cat No. 52 of the 500 Cats Project