The Never-ending Story

It is the middle of the night in my house
Everyone is asleep but Simon cat and me.
Think the vitamins make me wakeful
when taken too close to bedtime.

The boys still rage at one another,
in spite of the Prozac, Jake ever watchful
Simon not knowing he brings on Jake’s wrath.

We’ve put a bell on Simon now
he clanks when he washes himself
or more importantly when he enters a room.
It sounds more like a bunch of keys rubbing together
not ringing his way around.

In fact, I picture him like the Canterbury ghost
wrapped in chains, walking the night away
in a dark castle.

Published in: Uncategorized on April 4, 2011 at 8:37 am  Leave a Comment  

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