Dream-like Quality

What is to be known of the honey comb? A frightening look at overcrowding at home. She comes to this tribal gathering in robes, wearing slippers, newsprint on her thumb. Affection awaits the cat, whose attitude carefully adjusted, has decided to stay off this ottoman. It is February, and the weather remains cold. To be warm, I should flip the calendar to autumn. Tomorrow, let us fly rainbow kites of our sensual minds, entangling kite tails of the color chrome. Another day of endless poetry in her dreams. The poetess composes another dreamy poem.