Mr. Quarantine

7 O’Clock! Is all well?Church bells bellow on the breeze,The day? I don’t know! The sun climbs higher,Mind adrift, empty calendar,Deafening silence. Toiling at midday,Pitchfork liberates the soil,Body breaking labour. Afternoon aromas,Tending tomorrow today,Bread breaks as it bakes. Evening guitar strings,A wake for another day,Tomorrows…

MR. Cat

He was called Molly, but later became Molloy, when we found his bit! A small white fluff ball, with two piercing almond eyes, and a pink cat nose Sat to attention, Pursed paws and rotating head, Observing all round He quickly grew up, And grew…