Open all day all night
in light of dear Bukowski
I think we could have been
friends after a fist fight or two.
but, the man loved his cats
and I love mine to death
a bond that can’t be broken
cats
lovely cats
how I love thee
so wonderful
and great a love
for my fellow cat.
and memories
of beer and wine
are nearly as good
as it was drinking
them.
