With an audible crash,
The dresser employed,
The mantle dress slid pass the horizon,
The three dishes of new food and water vanished,
Into the wall of the closet behind where they sat?
The screaming still gave me no release,
I could not see who was doing it,
I got more and angry,
Then it stopped,
I was on my feet,
Promise no one will EVER find crunching in my office bedroom again!
That ship has sailed!
I was past angry!
Then I was hugging my oldest black cat,
I’m going back to sleep,
Val Whitewolf 