That Kind of Day

That Kind of Day The cat just hissed and slunk away the dog low growled and hid, squirrels sat teary eyed in tails, sparrows still on ‘lectric rails. Oil skin clouds sailing past billowing dark pirates bones sun, as hostage, tied to mast moon in slivered shiver tones. Cold steel shrapnel’s stinging touch reddened cheeks unwanted blush. The cat just hissed and slunk away, it was just that kind of day. for SKAT A Any Old Poem Will Do #3 contest John G. Lawless 2009