I talk to my silly cat Frisbee,
who will sleep anywhere but his bed.
I talk to my cat about my life,
I tell him how much I love him,
how Rosie still loves you even though she may not act like it.
I tell them my life is in black and white,
sad like when an egg falls out of a nest.
I tell them my life is boring,
like a book.
A book with no pages,
read by no one.
I tell them my mind is everywhere,
like a monkey who ate too many bananas,
Swinging from the tree,
vine to vine.
I them my life is a rap,
that doesn’t make sense.
By Seonaid
