a belated More Joy Day thing - belated for reasons as in the poem below, that I wrote yesterday.
Drifting Cheerfully in the Black
There's a gale outside,
Wind howling, trees lashing.
The power went off an hour ago.
My cat Possum's outside; he's weird that way.
Likes rain, likes getting the wind up his bottom.
Mum used to say that.
I'm inside, listening
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