[m i a o w] the cat

When I was out walking
It was 23 degrees
With cooler air than yesterday
(No sweat behind my knees)

Tuna, chives with parmesan
Was my roll of choice
Supplemented by a raspberry tart
That almost stole my voice

Sitting on a wooden seat
Outside the Library of the State
I read my Ian Rankin
While past my toes did skate…

Boys; still on holidays
Without any thought of end
I envied all the moves they pulled
Hanging with their friends

I ate my roll and it was good
My tart was even better
Then a stinky man sat on my seat
His stench – quite unfettered.

Somewhat perturbed I moved away
To be captured by
Melbourne Central shopping sales
My credit card shut it’s eyes.

Now back at work and poorer
Fake air and no blue sky
Tea is good, as is a late lunch
At forcing time to fly.

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