Take A Break

Frigid cold on my feet

I bound from house to house

bowl to bowl

The old people here usually have something for me.

Today just crumbs from last time

I move on to the bright yellow house with the big porch

Dried food. Frozen food. Not good.

The the pink brick house with the bird seed and paper bowls

Empty. Getting colder and colder.

Hungrier and hungrier.

Only two more stops.

The messy yard house with the open garage.

Garage door is closed now though.

Can’t get warm.

Finally the white house.

Noisy inside and busy, but an empty bowl on the porch.

Nothing again and again

Time to start the circuit again. Check them all again.

Old folks, yellow, brick, messy, and white.

But maybe I’ll take a break.

Getting cold. Feeling slow.

I’ll take a break up against the brick house.

Where I saw the white and black one go inside and get fat.

He looks at me sometimes.

I’ll go look more after a break.

After a sleep.

Just one quick sleep.