My Fear of Darth Cay-Der
Guess who is afraid of Darth Cay-der, the cat of all cats?
I am not kidding. Darth Cay-der frightens me, grandma.
She rolled her eyes, and then the dice. We are playing Monopoly.
Tonight in heaven.
Her photo fills me with glee but these heavenly visits are much better.
The angel began to tell me I had to leave.
I am arguing with her. Just a few more minutes, I plead.
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is on this morning, the angel says.
If you get up now, you can watch it before work.
She convinces me, so my eyes flutter open
Much to the relief of my dog who has a full bladder.
I open the door, so he can relieve himself.
But a blast of cold wind hits him in the face.
He backs up.
Maybe Darth Cay-der is out there too.
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