No Sleep
There was a time when the cat was amongst the pidgeons.
Chitter chatter
the bread with holes
baguetted tunnels
of meditation
the pidgeon pecks
then as sudden
as magic smoke
they are gone
flown
all that is
left
white stumps on
the slab
the uneaten bread
a plastic blue bag
rustle
then away
in the wind
we fly.
Follow the bike.
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