Sunday, 24 September 2017

what are humans there for?

A warm relaxed feeling resting in bed, the sleep in imagined and longed for all week-
that is not what has actually happened,
a guilt plagued backpain ridden rest facing the things undone, the things to be done an ominous mound of pitfalls and potential mistakes.

The cat is on the bed, purring, cats eyes hopefully watching.
Go to the kitchen
find a tin in the refrigerator
trip over the fawning cat

feed it anyway.
the cat is happy
one job of no importance to humans
done

The cat wanted to be fed, could not open the fridge,
anyway, what are humans there for?

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