Pathetic Day
My morning starts with leaves from a tree
falling on my bed, through my open
bedroom window - I feel as though I could use
a chainsaw now!
My afternoon commences with sharp noises from spoons
and butter knives falling on the shelves - my
fingers tremble with rage as I search for contacts
for animal control, to take my cat away from my kitchen!
My dinner hour begins a leak on the roof of my dining room-
I wonder whether God is punishing me for being grumpy.
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2015
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