One of Those Days
I start to rise, and betwixt my eyes, a couple of flies,
I smack myself in the face.
My feet hit the floor, I start out the door, it looks like
I live in a hoarder's place.
I arise, and to no surprise, I hear my cat's cries,
as he starts his zoomie race.
Glass on the floor as he rockets out the door,
furballs flying up in my face.
I feel a fur log, I'm tripped by the dog.
My bacon falls off my plate. It doesn't take long before it
is gone, his toungue lapping at an astounding rate.
I start to cry, but I'm unsure why, maybe because
I'm running late. I start the car, but don't get far.
I have to walk, isn't that great?
Late in the day, I hear myself say,
"Tomorrow I'll get on it." just in case...
I turn my head as I lay down to bed,
and out the window I notice the comet.
Copyright © Brandi Reynolds | Year Posted 2025
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