The cat food can’s spilled fishy glop along
The counter where dirty dishes are stacked
Beside the sink. I’d put it down the wrong
Side up and juice trickled out while they snacked
(They being the cats) on salmon with sauce
Served in clean bowls. The irony doesn’t
Escape me. Neither does the smell, a cross
Of old tuna, sea brine and redolent
Garbage. I ought to go and dump it in
The trash outside, but the weather’s bad and I'm
Tired. I will live with it, one pet food tin
Won’t kill me. Besides it’s not that much time
Until morning when the dishes and the cat
Mess can be dealt with thoroughly. Now, I
Will shut the kitchen door…and that is that.
Always ways around small things if we try.