This Spinning World Poem #2 NaPoWriMo
Feral cat Junah grips the floor,
Claws extended into the rug.
Clearly the world is spinning too fast,
And he must hang on for dear life.
His feeble attempt to slow the pace.
I see friends gripping the rug.
Overwhelmed and running too fast to stop.
Their eyes roll like wild horses,
Sides heaving in a panic,
To escape the predatory deadlines.
I pet Junah and toss treats.
He relaxes and crunches away.
It will be a few moments before he remembers fear.
If this would work with friends,
I would happily feed them treats too.
copyright Michelle Wolff 2013