The cat is discomfited.
Workmen are in the house,
creating chaos and disorder.
With his one-expression kitty-face,
the cat looks at me, seeming to say,
I’m distressed by this mess!
Where can I hide?
Where is my hall rug?
Where is my food?
Where is my litter box?
Workmen are in the house,
creating chaos and disorder.
My tidy-of-mind engineer husband
is discomfited, too.
I’m distressed by this mess!
Where can I hide?
Where is my hall rug?
Where is my food?
But he says, he, at least, knows
where his litter box is.
Until today, when they
pulled the toilets.
Ann Keiffer
November, 2016
Image Credit: Ann Keiffer
