Poetry Month – April 27

The actual prompt was ‘an opportunity,’ but I got distracted by the length of the word, my cat Otis walking in the room and the fact that an opportunity may turn to shit. Fun with poetry.


takes up a lot of space for
Not a sure thing
It is the cat in the box
Schrodinger’s, right?
Alive. Dead. Asleep. Rabid.
Every speck on the spectrum
Until you answer the knock
Walk through the door
Lift the box
And then it becomes
a different kettle of fish.