Cold air blows about,
cooling the floors and toilets.
The blankets beckon.

Black and white splotches
dot the fur of an old cat.
He limps, squints, and purrs.

Artificial trees
put down artificial roots.
No one remembers.

Kermit is a frog.
He plays a banjo and sings
songs about rainbows.

Hundreds of records,
some classic, some forgotten,
gather dust in crates.

Buy televisions!
Spend money to save money!
Amass possessions!

Sweet Potato Pie…
I will try my level best
not to mess it up.

Poor, lonesome kittens
shiver in shelter cages.
I want to help them.

Clueless young vandals
wear bright yellow winter hats.
Do they seek capture?