Senseless Morning (No Word from You)
The cat flap is open to callers the letter-slot to messages; unasked for, that knowing cat enters, after me like a free newspaper and a packet of samples drops - sure as a cat - on all fours.
It's wet outside, and inside always crosser and keener. (pretty wet too, and colder) The cat sat down on the paper. It's such a meaningless morning. Can anyone see any sense in it?