Today and Other Days
My porch light’s on since early this morning when the cat
was bored and wanted to fight me so I lured him
to the window with the promise of birds before sunrise.
By the front door a hand drops three pieces of garbage.
I shuffle through but leave them in the mailbox to multiply,
letting the trash pile up until something must be done.
Edges once black turn to gray despite all my hard work
and I realize that the mulch needs turning over,
some refreshing by someone, but it’s not going to be me.
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I certainly can appreciate those days when someone else will have to do the tilling (and the cleaning and the hoping).
Also like how you lure the cat with the promise of birds. Well done!
You have an intriguing phrasing that lures the reader into the poem. The mail does multiply, chores are always waiting, the animals need attention. If only I could clone myself to do those things while the real me sits with coffee and writes poems and watches the sunset.