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