each morning early, i feed the cat.
a sachet with jelly.
packaging straight to the dustbin, outside.
in pyjamas i step the slate, feel the air, watch the sky
swallow the bats whole.
later, when dressed, and booted, i smiles
at the bare foot print on the step.
during the day the others come foraging,
through the flap, what can I do?
first one is flimsy, timid
trespass. a shadow.
the other bruiser ; black bully.
bold, hissing wildly.
each evening, I feed the cat again.
take the package to the bin again.
one hundred words.