Sofa
Let us be open to new things
Not stuck in our ways
Down the back of the sofa
Only to be found when it is being thrown out
It’s nice down here
You say in the dark
Comforted by the warm pressure
Of old worn leather
Undisturbed by the outside world
Until the vacuum nozzle of life
Slides in and violently pulls us
From our safe spot
Too big to fit, we are
Turned upside down and drown
In the cacophony of events
Up ended and offended
We sink deeper
Don’t let go
The light outside is beautiful
Come and see
Thoughts
That low level persistent blerg feeling continues. Often you just want to curl up and shut everything out but life has other ideas.
It had to be a pic of my old cat as she had the amazing knack of falling asleep anywhere while always being ready for whatever came next. I’ve had some wise pets.
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