Cats chasing each other round and round,
chasing tails and climbing walls.
I ponder about eating my chick pie dinner.
Mash is now lumpy and cold.
I sit on the couch and talk some more,
contemplating what to do.
I don't really know what to do.
My head hurts from thoughts going round.
I seem to need time more and more.
I glance in hope to the walls,
he hugs me and i feel cold.
I look once more at my dinner.
He tells me i should have my dinner,
tummy rumbling as i decide what to do.
He looks at me and it makes me cold.
Cats no longer going round.
No inspiration, no help from the walls.
I don't want to do this anymore.
Head and heart hurt more and more.
Don't want to appear rude so left dinner.
I wish a magical imprint on the walls
would tell me what to do.
Time has gone fast, hands have gone round,
Do i still feel cold?
Warmth is slowly replacing the cold.
I'm not hurting anymore.
I get up off the couch and walk around,
open the microwave to feed it my dinner.
I think i know what i have to do,
all by myself, no help from the walls.
I am happy as I look to the walls,
fuzziness and certainty instead of the cold.
I know what i'm going to do.
No doubts, no more.
Brand new dinner.
Lovely night, the moon whole and round.