Cat in the Tin Foil Hat

cat tin foil hat

Nervously paced
Window-to-window
Windchimes danced
Tinkled, clattered
Water heater gurgled
With its usual burp
Smoke detector
Batteries chirped
In agonized death
Cold drafts chilled
Like Devil’s breath

Cried out
For comfort
None to be found
Rope swing
Twisted in
Buffeting wind
Dead tree
Leaned defiantly
Bony fingers
Reached skyward
Searched
For long-lost friends

One of a chosen
Precious few
There were signs
No one knew
Stared, at
Pendulum’s
Regulated
Movement
The clock
Chimed
Half-past two
There, was
Nothing else
Left, to do

Startled by
The telephone’s
Spontaneous ring
Conspiracy theories
Didn’t mean a thing
Thoughts scattered
Be quiet?
Slink away in fear?
Be a recluse?
Or just refuse?
Feline fickleness
Put aside
It didn’t matter
Let it ride

 Calm, relaxed
With no fear
Stretched, yawned
Waited for dawn
The cat
In the tinfoil hat
Said, nary a word
Twitched his tail
And purred
Waited, patiently
Curled up
Comfortably
In a favorite chair

Author: warturoadam77p

70 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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