Saturday, 8 September 2012

Day Four - The Cat Naps In Camp

The cold plastic material smell
Blotting out every other sense,
As the husk drips and sweats
With the dark breaths of night.

The tearing shudder
Throwing back the skin,
Dragging in the morning light
As it sniffs at this new day.

Jostling for freedom
The man is expelled,
As the day reaches for all it can:
Kissing, dewy, blissful white.

The air holds nothing of the night,
Only the smile is left:
This absurd world -
Stretching into the day

Like a lazy Chesshire Cat.

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