Thinking About The Cats

Thinking about the cats
that I used to know.
Thinking about the cats
that I used to know.

They're all dead now
and I'm left alone;
with my piano
and my hands for stroking.

And the children call me stranger
as they scream and shoot their guns

The red sun lights the wall
and a bird sings.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.