Pandemic Poetry–2021 edition, #3

cat with ball on its head
We are not amused.

It’s only day 3 of lockdown and the cat is already over it. He’s annoyed that my daughter is sleeping in his bed, and I’m sitting in his chair. We’re disturbing his routine.

The cat wonders
why we are here
in his space.

Don’t you have
somewhere to go?

Go out! Go out!
the dog barks.
Go out for a walk!

The cat flicks his tail
and shows us the door.

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