nocturnal

as he woke up to the light
   the brightness of the day was clouded
    the growing walnut spread its young twigs
    higher and higher reaching up
    his second floor balcony

the overwhelming shadows…

he broke the garden scissors
    in attempts of trimming the intruder
    letting the light in
    just as the dust began to settle
    in the darkest of corners

the silently applauding neighbours…

he cleaned the house
    and went to bed too tired
    forgot to feed the cat
    forgot to close the doors
    forgot to say good night

the shining of the full moon…

he dreamed about their cat
    jumping off the balcony
    compelled by thе moon
    hungry for prey and in search
    of another horny cat

the sounds of car brakes and broken bones

he brought the remains of his dream
    and put the body of the crushed cat on the kitchen table
    bringing the biggest knife and sharpen it
    as the autopsy progressed – chipping and dissecting
    he understood the reasons for death

the funeral’s tonight at 21:07 – same place
    if there’s anything left for proper burial



p.s. cats are nocturnal animals, as such they are compelled by the night…
close all doors, feed them well and have faith… they might come to cuddle



(to Ger)