Random (II)

Gone cat

Curiosity has fed the cat terror
The alley trash now sits lonely
It’s been forever since a hello
No early morning purring sounds
The scratch marks are fading
Just whiskers blown here and there
Questioning the sanity of yesterday’s text
But for the marked receipts
And the graphical imprint
Of incandescent conversations
Screenshots hold these truths
That no debate should follow this tale
Of furs on fours
And meow

Vera