Lazy Beasts
a sunny morn
a shaft of light
a quiet room
a sleeping cat
content
in a pool of light
Just as the sun sets in the west, rises in the east and blisters my nose in the summer, I am certain that I have some of the laziest beasts on the planet living here with me. At the moment, farting dog is lying at my feet, making sure I don’t extend my legs too far under my desk and adding a slightly greenish tinge to the air in here. Hopefully the vacuuming will be done in the hallway soon so that I can open a door.

