Today's poetry assignment is to write a poem based on your day's activities. A mere list probably won't work, but you never know!
Max climbs the mountain that is me
places his two front paws on my sleeping shoulder
stand grand as a stag stamping hooves on a hillside
(Much too early on a Sunday)
to be fed.
out to the kitchen
to scoop out a glop of wet
Then back to bed
thank you very much
the peaceful sleep of a single woman
with no children.
the drama of others
I am warm
now that the damn wailing is done.
I told you the poems would often suck. It's Sunday. Just deal.