Sitting outside
on the deck
this spring night,
having what
I tell myself
will be my last
cigarette.

One lone
June bug,
in all its
bug ugliness ,
bashing its self
against the
patio door,
bounding
off the glass
to the outdoor light
and back again.

Two cats
peering out
the window,
their heads bobbing
up and down.

They turn
to face each other
as if to say...

"That ain't no ******* bird".