October 22 2022

October 22 2022 is a day

of drizzle as I sit upon my bed

with my black pussy cat upon

my pile of papers and book

reminding me he wants a

pat. I walk down Brunswick

Street turned onto Sydney

Street went to New Farm

Library picked up my

books.

Then I sat upon their deck

listened to the chorus

of birds gossiping at the

stop of rain and the

squeal of the approaching

child ready for play. Soon

my laptop battery runs

down (as I do every day

ever faster) I must depart

to the crooked house

I live in that people

say is haunted because

of my black cat who

sits outside the window

upon the sill dreaming

of freedom he lacks.