to be assured
of a roof above
my head,
and a mother
who will cook
for me lovingly,
nothing is so
damning as
absolute safety,
I am the human
cat this fading
winter, wait
and I may soon
grow whiskers,
the days fling
away like speeding
scenery from a
train window,
I sing my
death song,
tomorrow,
tomorrow...
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
to be assured
of a roof above
my head,
and a mother
who will cook
for me lovingly,
nothing is so
damning as
absolute safety,
I am the human
cat this fading
winter, wait
and I may soon
grow whiskers,
the days fling
away like speeding
scenery from a
train window,
I sing my
death song,
tomorrow,
tomorrow...
