The table is set for two, but nobody is here.
Empty plates and glasses half filled with orange juice,
A napkin,
Littered on the hardwood floor,
Beckoning you to the kitchen.
That corner is treacherous
You climb over the fridge that’s been knocked in your way
And there’s a bird.
Bleeding from its eye
Covered in *****.
A bottle of tums half chewed in the sink.

That **** cat.