It’s odd what not being able to drop off at night can bring. In this case it was a rather odd poem. I guess I was running the grief thought process through my head, although I’ve thought about the specific memories so many times.
Thought Cat And the Thought Mice
Thought cat prowls
Day to day coping her domain
‘Don’t fall to pieces, don’t let them in’
Without warning, a thought mouse
Enters, thinking it hasn’t been seen
Everything unanswered, maybes,
Tails as long as trigger day shadows.
Thought cat pounces
Kill it before it nests
Once it’s in, it’s in.
No chance then.
Thought mouse scuttles away
Dodging thought cat’s fatal blow
He will hide for now
But in a short time, they nest anew.