Light Rain.

A light rain fell on the dawn chorus.

Today.

At dawn.

A cuckoo was not bothered.

Cuckooed.

Except there was a second.

Cuckoo-cuck-koo.

They were out of synch.

The cat didn’t move.

He was warm.

On the bed.

Listening.

To

light rain.

Does ANYTHING Exist?

Last night I dreamt that you had lost a foot.

I wanted to say something light and funny, but our relationship is not like that - even if the joke had been in better taste.

We no longer talk.

The last time I tried, you spat.

Friends standing next to us were shocked by the venom you displayed, unaware of our history.

Which probably goes a long way to explaining the hatred you felt.

The fact that I didn’t, don’t, probably illustrates that you are justified.

Still .... the dream was weird.

We didn’t talk of course; the news was relayed to me by intermediaries.

When I awoke there was no one there.

Just a feeling of dread that something (unto-do*) was a-foot.

*does this exist?