Little past two; couldn't sleep again.
Put on my yellow flannel gown,
Wandered down past all
The funny night sounds.
Met the grey cat in the hallway,
And you, standing by the mirror,
And I was holding the cat in the hallway,
Shivering in the mirror,
Talking about the cat, being in the hallway;
And I felt like death warmed up,
Only slightly, from all the yellow…
But I didn't want to leave the cat
And all in the hallway,
And I didn't want to lose the cat
And all in the hallway -
But what more could we say?
So I put him down, and backed up
To all the lonely night sounds.
(For me, it's not over breakfast,
but in the hallway.)