today like everyday

... i was just over a mixed cigarette and soy coffee
on my folk's porch; gazing at the cascades,
birds in trees chirping, the white cloud alure
lazy in the blue ceruleant sky, trees that stand
and look like old men, the neighbors house - wondering
if they were watching me.
i drank more upon the soy coffee and sights
as i heard garfunkle my cat make a cry
a cry, and another cry.
i looked around, didn't see him, then i did.
he was on the roof top wandering like King Lear
in desert and field.
rushing from one edge of the roof to the other
holding amazement in his eyes.

"garfunkle" i said.

"how the hell did ya git up there?"

"merowww. merowwwww. merow" he replied.

"are you having visions?"

"ohh, you're scared of heights
i didn't know about that."

i turned around to gaze at the cascades
sipping on the soy coffee as he cryed.
and he cryed and he cryed and he cryed - he kept saying something,
so i went and placed a porch seat beneath the hanging gutter of the roof
picking pine cones out of the winter gutter. i threw them across the roof top's black turf trying to see if garfunkle would play responsive.
and he was. he pawed at the first throw.

then i put my arms out for him
seein if he wanted to get down.
i pretended it was a suicide case
and, like a close friend, i was trying
to talk him out of it.
he dropped on his side and scratched
his back about it - staring at me.

then i noticed i was as tall as the
wind chimes hanging from the eve
beside me.
i dinged and donged them to see garfunkle
react.
as his ears perked up he creeped
closer to the gutter's edge,
peered down and cocked his head
at the bells and whistles knocking
into each other.
it was as if he were looking at his
reflection in the mirror.

jumping off the chair,
throwing the ciggy
off the porch,
i grabbed my coffee
off the banister.
knocked all three
of the porche's windchimes
and went inside
to deliver the morning shit.