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He waits there crying.

He thinks he wants to go out.

The door is opened

and the world outside is revealed.

So is the crisp cold air.

The temperatures are dropping

but he comes back inside quickly.

Then he heads to the back door

and starts crying there.

He thinks if we open this door

the temperature outside

will be miraculously changed.

He is often disappointed when he discovers it is not.

Still, he waits each morning

crying to go out.

Silly cat.

No.

We have no control over the weather.

Despite what you want us to do.

When you feel uncomfortable

Because of a history shared.

Standing up for yourself

Or for someone else

Makes you feel like falling over.

Fear creeps along the back of your skull

Because unknown reactions

Have been the previous norms.

Still it needs to be done.

So you do it.

Crawling under your blanket

And crying

comes after they are gone.

Lazy weekend

Computer distraction

Errands to run

Procrastination rules

Watch the minutes tick by

An few hours later

bemoaning the inability to motivate

Finish the game first

then feel guilty later.

The rays filtering through the window pane

look all rosy and warm.

The shine of the light welcomes the morning

as the kitchen starts to bustle.

Looking outside sees the fallen leaves

which are multicoloured spread across the ground.

Wait.

Is that?

It is.

Frost.

Fall has come and looks like it is leaving.

So much for a hoping for another mild autumn day.

Winter has just announced its arrival.

Lost wedding bands,

Engagement rings

or simply cubic zirconia’s.

Gold inlaid

Silver and platinum

or an alloy for the band.

Diamonds

Rubies or Sapphire’s

compete with the emerald for decorations.

I wonder whose ring this is?

I do not even remember where I found it.

All I know is it is not mine since it fits on none of my fingers.

It floats across my vision

heralding the apocalypse.

Does it matter which one?

One is enough.

Never have I seen it be so sublime.

Now I really want to hide under a blanket

yet I am compelled to watch its beauty unfold.

Forgive me for the despair

and laugh when I am proven right.

Be forgotten.

Be mine.

A tuxedo waits outside the door.

The yowling begins as the quarantined one notices the sentry.

He is unhappy with the state of affairs.

Both cats tell each other of their dislike for the one facing them.

All I can do is wonder if this new enemy has chased off the old one

or if the King will have to live with both of them

upsetting his claim to his outside domain.

Vegging on the couch watching a show.

Cuddling with the cats.

Playing a game with a friend.

Talking on the phone with family.

Relaxing in a bubbly bath.

Sipping a good cup of tea.

Realizing that you need to do one of these things

And then doing it.

Or more than one works as well.

Forgetting

Swallowing

Throwing

Crying

Yelling

Sleeping

Panicking

Forgetting