The Cat Is Alive-It

Difficult times are dragging on and on, I dream in self-centric isolation, sabbatical dreams after quarantine, inertia will take me to the far sea, across the vine yard tinged by setting sun. The surreal feeling makes me tipsy, the label I hide on the wine bottle. With unstable steps floating in the air, I trudge for sojourn by the blue expanse. With the mind sunk in silent depth I hear eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach, bearing loaded rush of maddening crowd, they told me of the psycho cat’s demise. Seeing right through them this I couldn’t believe, find in each of them the cat is alive. October 1, 2020 Syllable count : 10 each line Checked on howmanysyllables.com Contest : Collaborate With Me Sponsor : Kim Rodrigues