Wool-gathering

My timeshare sweater:

I wear it by day; by night

The cat sleeps on it.

Skat@2022

Night Moves

Sleeping in day-bed

Under heaps of blankets, just

Feels Dickensian.

Skat@2020

Awe

Four in the morning,

Night sky alight with bright stars—

I just want to cry.

Skat@2020

Mythic

Such heavy rainfall
Were the Gods emptying their
Buckets, full last night?

skat@2019

They’re, Their

Middle of the night,
alerted to misusage–
horror at error!

skat@2019

n.b. As it happens, I had used the correct one. Phew!