Some days the moon
is just a lost nickel,
the big oak tree is
giving you the finger,
and your favorite song
from long ago
turns into a dirge.

Some days the coffee mug
just shrugs its shoulders
while your comfy shoes
are having a spat.

Some days the cat’s fur
turns to cactus spines,
the clouds shuffle and
mutter about you
and the irises
lose their sway.