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