Feb 032015
 

The trash truck at 4 a.m.
backing up in the bitter cold

Everything is dark outside

A cat, freezing, yowls in get in
Where are the ones who own
this creature of God?

I am alone with my thoughts
in this house so still, wondering
when will the acrimony end?

When will Americans come to realize
schism and hatred get us nowhere
in this life?

Fiona the cat is beside me
seeking affection in the warm
but what of the cat yowling
for mercy outside?

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