Cat and Mouse

The cat bats the mouse around, yet refuses to ask for forgiveness.

There are those, although they be far and few between, who search

for poetry in the isles of Walmart.

The groundskeeper mows grass knowing it will need cutting again

next week. Had Martin Luther King been allowed to speak longer

his message may have reached us sooner.

A shoestring breaks, and the athlete throws a perfectly good pair of

shoes away. If life made a lot of sense to us, we’d all be candidates

for induction into the World Serious Hall of Fame.

Why do so many have to endure so much pain? It is doubtful that

even a 9.5 on the Richter Scale of Quakes will realign our mind-set

to acheive a more acceptable shape.

A premium is paid to display certain products on the end-cap of

every isle. You happen to prefer certain brand names, and you’re

willing to exhaust the better part of you day searching.

Whitman spent a lifetime applying his voice in a unique way to

linguistically embellish the ordinary and mundane. For the cat,

it’s all a game; words don’t matter. Mouse, he isn’t playing …

He sees this batting around thing as serious business.

Chris Hanch 8-17-17