yesterday is here,
when letting the cats
outside or is it just
my imagination
as we approach the
end of the year?
light begins my days
but soon it will end
as clocks are changed
becasuse of some previous
dreadful experience;
one month follows the
other like footprints
in the snow, washed
away by the rain...
one year follows the other
like a body growing old
and we see what we want
to see disregarding the
truth is if disagrees...
a colder morning leave
me wondering what time
really means when inside
the warmth of the mind that
resists the bending of it...
the colder morning forces
that cat inside quicker than
he desires, sitting at the
window looking at himself.
1 November 2021
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