He talks with the wind whistling
under the door mat.
Its late.
And he is shut in.
Locked out of the moon mad world
and its visions. Those
walk-abouts in the greying glooms of mist.
Those that make up a cat's rare bliss.
Let him chatter.
I owe him this.
Copyright January 16, 2013 All Rights Reserved by this Author
Melissa A Howells/ Meloo from her Tilt-a-World
For Ghuey, always the vocalist.