Where’s Waldocat?

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Today, we embark on a journey,
a lecture on the good hypnotic
and a cup of chamomile tea.
“If we don’t have it, we’ll order it for you.”
Thank you kindly; an open mind
may be the push this turtle needs
to wander, waddle, wonder
lumbering toward a lesson learned
a lantern to take on his next trip.

 

In the dusk of winter heat,
sudden with motives unknown,
a bush tiptoes ‘cross the field
looks above for a nebulous fish
when wants lay unsatisfied,
we keep on walking
to paddle, ponder, putter,
whispering signs of curiosity,
oddities tucked in a modest tote.

Before embarking on my Sunday journey, I put on a jumper and my favorite shirt. And got called "Waldette" by a local shop owner.

Before embarking on my Sunday journey, I put on a jumper and my favorite shirt. And got called “Waldette” by a local shop owner.

Where do we belong, and
where do we go, as dust
encases our bedrooms denied
such luxuries to host our flailing time,
unlimited sleep, and scheming.
The closure still won’t seal alright
but supposedly, peace awaits
on the road, above the dirt
and in our minds, revived.

*Cat No. 18 of the 500 Cats Project