dreary sunday, today there is not the time to play with words, there is not time despite there being no plans.
The cat gets a fright, do not know why.
Jumps onto the piano, falls to the floor,stands back arched in the corner, tail errect and britling out to more than twice its usual thickness.
Cat panic.
Maybe it can sense the anger at the mess in the room, the return of cups and crockery to the kitchen, the collection of empty bottles of water and of soft drinks.
There is no help for it.
not on sunday.
a grey dreary sunday in this land of opportunity.
The cat gets a fright, do not know why.
Jumps onto the piano, falls to the floor,stands back arched in the corner, tail errect and britling out to more than twice its usual thickness.
Cat panic.
Maybe it can sense the anger at the mess in the room, the return of cups and crockery to the kitchen, the collection of empty bottles of water and of soft drinks.
There is no help for it.
not on sunday.
a grey dreary sunday in this land of opportunity.
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