mixing it up.

Standard

something tells me that

perhaps the wrong cat

drank the rescue remedy calming drops

from the water bowl.

one is facedown in a bowl of seashells

while the other, (my intended target)

is busy outside

standing up on two feet

looking in at me through the window

and meowing loudly.

“mixing one’s wines may be a mistake, but old and new wisdom mix admirably.”

-bertolt brecht

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