Almost Daily Cat Haiku

It appears to be a lovely morning. The sun is singing, the birds are shining, and I have coffee. However, I don’t known if I have enough coffee. This may come as a surprise to to my tens of faithful readers, but I am tired this morning. I know, big shocker.

I have been dredging the murky, silt laden waters of my subconsciousness this morning. Trying to uncover just a nugget of creative silliness for today’s ramblings, and I’m coming up bupkis. I managed the seventeen required syllables, and technically, I am still writing. But it’s lacking spark. That je ne sais quoi. I need a new grove. Gotta find that ol’ razzle-dazzle. Some swank. A bit of mummery. Pomp! Glitz! Words that suck less.

Fuckit. I’m gonna go make some oatmeal. Maybe I’ll have better words tomorrow. Tata.