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It flies through the air.

The furniture is covered.

The vacuum is good.

Why is that hair so long.

Is that mine?

I guess I just might be a cat too because I too shed hair.

Not my problem.

It is your fault.

I am not to blame!

Who is going to fix this?

Do not look at me.

Just do it!

Nobody else will.

I had a thought

but it went away.

I can not recall

what I was thinking about.

Now, I am wondering

if I forgot to do something.

I hope it was not important.

The bug can be dangerous.

The mannerisms can be damning.

The social media influences in ways that make you wonder.

I just cross things off my list one check mark at a time.

You hear their voice

So often

That even alone

You hear them

Tell you what to do

What to say

Even how to act.

Can I be a good person

If I know I am doing good deeds?

Yes, recognition would be nice

But it makes me happy

Doing the little things

That make them happy.

I still hear the pastors’ voice

Saying good deeds

Will only be recognized by God

If they come from the heart

And not the head.

How can I not think about helping others?

I think I would rather

Be nice

Than forced to be someone

Who only does them

Because authority tells them to.

There is always a choice.

What to say.

What not to say.

Sometimes the silence is an answer.

Whether compliance or obvious.

What you say gets you to the circumstances that you do not want to be in.

Works get stolen.

Internet is free.

How no one sees the effort.

Behind the curtain.

I try to run free.

Interest is not there.

Attention.

Pets.

Snuggles.

Naps.

Purrs.

Head bumps.

But most of all, Neck Scritches.

Grey Areas are rife.

Good intentions are not always enough.

Put the effort in.

Even if you don’t have much.

Sometimes that is good enough.

The world turns.

It can be glittery.

Star studded.

Underneath are the unhoused.

Overlooked.

Ignored.

People you see

And those you don’t.

Today is tired.