It was 5am. I had just woken up
From a very pleasant dream
About the terribly exotic
And adorable Kittenbird
Landing on my shoulder
Then gazing up to discover
a sky full of flying kittens
Everywhere I looked, there were more
So I woke up feeling very empowered, of course,
then realized all I had to do
To make my bedmates more cuddly
Was rearrange them.
I plucked the puppy off of the top of my head
and I held him.
i draped my boyfriend’s arm around my neck
I said there! Now, that’s an improvement
Then my phone started ringing
Did I mention it was was 5 o’clock in the morning?
It wasn’t good news. At that hour,
you can’t expect anything decent
“My father is dying.”
“Where are you now?”
“I’m flying into Boston.”
And then we talked about logistics.
The hospital’s location
Times, plans, preferences
“Honey, I am so sorry.”
“Hey, you know, it happens.”