i was just saying to
to tommy the kat
over the morning
egg-the mystical bene-
fits of sharing-
two souls
touching and all that-
but-
but for his part
he ate with appetite
(even through
ketchup)
licking with gusto
his extravagant
whiskers
and then like a
sad too much
departed
for the hills
to relish waiting
for the ****..