Five minutes, that’s all it took.

He was ill, hungry and tired.
Ok.The diarrhoea was a no no.
What’s a mangy fox to do
When faced with a cat’s flap
Into brightness,
But enter that forbidden world?
To dance, disturbingly,
Past pots and pans,
To drink from pools of soup,
And gnaw on bones of lamb.
To storm for one blest night
The gates of paradise.