The Unsavory Alarmist

Soft sad cries just beyond my bedroom door

Her world may be ending, as I try to steal some more time, in the quiet cool darkness.

I have no choice, pleading for my own sanity makes no impression.

I relinquish and follow her down the dark hallway, and she guides me to her destination

She clings to the walls for support, as if weakened by her long solitary nighttime journey

Anticipation is heavy in the air

I can almost hear her heart beating through her thick fur coat,

As I empty the contents of a can of turkey giblets and gravy into the bowl.

All is well with the world again

I can go back to sleep now

 

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