it was a Wednesday with a cold and bitter wind
I was as restless as an eel without its skin
I woke that night with clouds a'winding "˜round the moon
I'd heard strange noises - they were coming from my roof
when morning came I woke again from wicked dreams
into the kitchen smooth and cool on my bare feet
and then the question "˜what to eat?'
the wind was all a'blow
into my window
too dark outside I used the kitchen globe
warm comforting glow
I cracked an egg and broke its body in a bowl
when I tipped flour I made a dry nutritious cloud
just then the burbling from the cheerful coffee pot
I thought "˜I'll never, never starve'
the milk smelt awful
it had spoiled during the night
sour bacteria rejoice and multiply
I think about the glass of milk I had last night
And trust my magic couldn't sour (?)
the sky was cold and dark
the wind was so damn hard
I pulled the mug up close against my mouth
pressed tight between my palms
I stepped outside and tasted coffee in my mouth
as I climbed up I saw the kitchen from outside
my cat was murdered blood was matted in her fur