I felt it this morning

 The pulse of Mondays Cities and Roads
Creaking their bones, shaking their tales
The rural lands, mock our frantic minds
Pacing out and breathing in deep rolling hills.

The young boy, in his zappa
Needs his fix of base to go on
The suit, over there
A quick sniff to take the day on
The child, just a smile and a song
And the day has begun.

The feline has caught it too
Reflections of life in her paw
A shiver, a whisper, oops
Now I see, she has crept in
Cynicism a dear friend to me
'hello to you mam', a very good day'
Keep her close, hold her hand.
Pretend to always be close at hand.

Who do you trust in this metropolis
One sales person to the next?
City center to secondary shopping outlet?
All to make a buck and build our castle.

I think i'll go back to playing with the cat.