Today It Rains, Tomorrow It Won't 10/02/26

Ern

I did not like cats,

for I did not know cats.

Then I met this rumbling

diesel-powered shadow.

All eyes and vibrations,

attached to some teeth.

He won’t say we’re friends,

that would be pushing it.

He tolerates my being,

when he greets me at all.

He’ll stretch out a paw,

like a caesar of old,

or yowl out a curse

and retreat to his throne.

His throne is my chair,

and now I have moved,

for he gets what he wants

and he’s sitting there.

He gives me the eye,

as if to enquire,

so do you like cats?

For myself I will say

that now I like cat,

and that must be that.

Forwards

We do not need trees,

for we’ve cars to park,

the cars will have people,

and the people need feeding.

Then where will they sleep?

Where those flowers are now.

We’ll rip it all out and,

build it all up.

All temporary mind,

we’ll put it all back,

we promise we will,

ten years post your death.

It’ll all be the same,

same roads and some hedges,

a golf club or two,

it’ll all be the same,

we promise you.