the drip and patter of rain from the open window, rustling in the hops.
cat attempts to climb into bed.
Still too sick, hanging there on its claws. without the strength even to dislodge them.
Carry her to kitchen.
Feed
Water and milk, only.
Such an ill cat.
Listen to the rain on the skylight.
soft patter. Fresh air.
Cool.
cold coffee at daybreak,
fluoxetin inexit unescapable.
depressing memories return.
look to the future,easier if the past's blackdog is not the watchdog.
Guarding its misery.
guard
gaudiamus
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