It's just another
drizzly morning.

My window frames
the world's portrait.

The rain falls
certain as death
on graveyards
and prisons.

Across the way
a mangy, soaked,
orange tabby cat
hesitates,
eying the street,
wondering if
he'll make it
across one
more time.

All around,
people are stirring,
getting ready for
work, meetings,
boredom.

I am already
on the job

peering through
the frame,

checking out
the rain,
imagining
the orange cat,

doing the work
I'll always do
on rainy mornings
for the rest
of my life.

  ~mce